Chapter 1

Vincent Rossi walked in, carrying the chilling cold of the outside air with him.

Today was our sixth wedding anniversary, which I'd reminded him of this morning. Yet, he didn’t even glance at the candleholders and dinner set out on the dining table. Instead, he walked straight over, bent down, and pulled his adopted son, Liam Rossi, onto his lap.

“Did you have a good day today? Did Mom bully you?”

That was his daily routine question. In the past, I always thought he was joking, but after dying and being sent back in time, I finally understood that those were warnings. He was constantly terrified that Liam would be mistreated while he was away.

Only after Liam shook his head did Vincent finally set him down, relieved. Then, Vincent turned to me and said, “Selena, make sure you personally iron Liam’s equestrian attire for the equestrian club tomorrow. None of those servants are as careful as you.”

Used to that treatment, Liam trotted back to his room, clutched his newly bought equestrian attire, and tossed it right at me.

I looked down at the brand-new outfit in my arms, its price tag still attached, and didn’t move.

Vincent frowned. “What are you waiting for? Go on.”

At that moment, the matter-of-fact look on his face overlapped with the detached look on the photo on his tombstone from my previous life. The next second, I stood up and tossed the equestrian attire straight into the burning fireplace.

“Vincent,” I said calmly, looking up at him. “I am your wife; I’m not your housekeeper and certainly not Liam’s nanny.”

The smile on his face slowly vanished. He stood up, towering over me as he looked down.

“Why are you kicking up a fuss? All I’m asking is for you to iron a piece of clothing. Is there any need to give me an attitude for it?”

“I’m not kicking up a fuss.” I looked him dead in the eye and said, “Vincent, let’s get a divorce. I’m taking our daughter and leaving.”

As if he had just heard the biggest joke in the world, he sneered. “Leave? Where could you possibly go? Selena, if you leave me, you won’t even be able to feed yourself or our daughter.”

He nodded at the bodyguards standing nearby. “Take Mrs. Rossi back to her bedroom to calm her down.”

Tony and Dom stepped forward immediately, pinning my arms from both sides. I struggled slightly, but they only tightened their grip.

Dom spoke in a flat but firm tone, “Mrs. Rossi, please come with us upstairs.”

They half-supported, half-escorted me back to the bedroom. Vincent didn’t even glance at me again, merely waving his hand in annoyance.

Outside, I could hear the servants whispering among themselves.

“Mrs. Rossi sure is ungrateful. Even with a husband as good as he is, she’s still not satisfied.”

“So what if she has to take care of one extra kid? She relies on him to support her anyway, so it’s only right that she does these things.”

Him? Support me?

I found the comment utterly ridiculous.

Back when Vincent and I first got together, he was just a penniless nobody with nothing to his name. It was my savings that funded his startup. I was the one who secretly directed the Capelli mafia family’s power to wipe out his competitors, and I was the one who managed all his household affairs whenever he was too busy to handle his own life.

Yet now, in everyone’s eyes, I was a parasite leeching off my husband.

Those people would probably never know that the woman they claimed was entirely dependent on her husband could cost every person in the house their livelihood with just a few words.