登入Alessandra’s POVWhen the news broke early that morning, I did not react with shock, tears, or anger — though I felt all of those things deep inside. I had expected Chloe to lash out when she realized she could not win through charm or threats; it was only a matter of time before she tried to use whatever she had saved to cause maximum damage. What I had not expected was how quickly and widely the story would spread, turning a private mistake into a public spectacle within hours.As I sat in the living room scrolling through the headlines and reading the comments, I knew that panic would only make things worse. If we allowed the media to set the narrative, if we remained silent or gave vague answers, people would believe the worst. They would see Lucas as a careless, unfaithful husband, Chloe as the heartbroken victim, and me as the foolish, deceived wife who stayed only for money. That was the story Chloe wanted them to believe — and I was determined not to let it happen.Lucas retur
Lucas’s POVJust when I thought the worst was behind us and we were finally moving toward some kind of peace, the storm struck again — this time with a force I had not expected. I had believed that by cutting Chloe off, signing the legal agreement, and making our positions clear, she would have no choice but to walk away and accept her loss. But I had underestimated just how bitter and desperate she truly was. When she realized she could no longer get money or status from me, she decided that if she could not have what she wanted, she would destroy everything I held dear instead.It started early one Tuesday morning. I was sitting at my desk in the office, going through reports and planning my schedule for the day, when my phone began to buzz nonstop. Messages from my public relations team, my legal counsel, and even business partners flooded in, all carrying the same urgent warning. Within minutes, my assistant rushed into the room, his face pale and tense, holding a tablet computer
Lucas’s POVIn the weeks that followed, everything around us seemed to be settling into a new kind of order. The rumors had faded, the business was running smoothly, and Alessandra had reclaimed her place not just as my wife, but as a respected and influential figure in her own right. Watching her walk into meetings, speak with confidence, and handle every situation with such grace filled me with a deep sense of pride — but it also left me with a growing feeling of restlessness.I had expected that once I restored her rights, defended her name, and removed Chloe from our lives, things would naturally go back to how they used to be. I thought that with the obstacles gone, Alessandra would slowly soften, that the warmth and affection she once gave me would return without effort. But as the days passed, I realized that this was not the case at all. She was polite, she was dignified, and she fulfilled her duties perfectly — but she remained distant, like someone standing on the other side
Alessandra’s POVIn the weeks following Lucas’s final meeting with Chloe, a quiet shift began to settle over our lives. The air in the mansion felt lighter, free from the tension and uncertainty that had hung over it for so long. Lucas had kept his word: all ties had been severed, the rumors had been addressed, and the threat of further trouble seemed to have passed. But for me, this was not just about returning to how things used to be — it was about stepping forward into a new version of myself, one that was no longer willing to remain in the shadows or be defined by someone else’s choices.I had spent years standing beside Lucas, fulfilling my duties as his wife, but often feeling like little more than a decoration or a name on a document. I had smiled when I was expected to smile, stayed quiet when I was expected to stay quiet, and endured the whispers and judgment when he chose to look elsewhere. Now, however, the situation was different. I had my rights back, my assets restored,
Lucas’s POVAfter reading through every page of the evidence Alessandra had gathered, I felt a strange sense of clarity settle over me — a clarity that had been missing for months. There was no more confusion, no lingering doubt, and certainly no trace of affection or sympathy left in my heart. All I felt was a cold, unshakable realization: Chloe Bennett was not the person I thought she was. Every sweet word she had spoken, every comforting gesture she had made, and every story she had told me had been nothing more than a carefully constructed act. Now that the truth was laid out before me, my only goal was to end everything between us completely, leaving no loose ends that could later harm my wife, my family, or my reputation.I sat behind my desk at the Valeriano Group headquarters, my fingers resting firmly on the folder containing all the facts. Earlier that morning, I had sent Chloe a message requesting a meeting at a private conference room in one of the city’s most reputable ho
Alessandra’s POVThe storm of rumors had settled, but Alessandra knew better than to think the danger was completely gone. Chloe Bennett had shown herself to be desperate, vengeful, and willing to twist the truth to get what she wanted. While Lucas’s public statement had silenced most of the whispers, Alessandra understood that words alone were not enough. If Chloe decided to strike again, or if doubts lingered in the minds of others, having solid proof would be the only way to protect herself and her family from further harm.She sat in her private study late one evening, the room illuminated only by the soft glow of the desk lamp and the city lights filtering through the tall windows. Before her lay a folder she had requested earlier that day—basic information about Chloe, gathered discreetly through a trusted private investigator her family had employed for years. She had not asked Lucas for permission, nor had she told him her plan yet; she wanted to see the facts for herself, fre
His final words echoed sharply and painfully through the silence of our large bedroom, piercing straight deep into my heart and soul like hundreds of sharp knives tearing everything apart within me completely and mercilessly. I sat there on the cold floor, staring blankly up at him, feeling absolut
The moment I turned my back on them and walked calmly away from the balcony, I could physically feel the heavy, suffocating tension radiating from behind me. I could almost hear the mixture of pure rage and helplessness vibrating from Lucas, and the bitter, vengeful hatred pouring out from Chloe. I
The sharp sound of my hand striking her skin rang loud and clear, cutting through the silence of the night like a thunderclap, echoing violently against the cold stone walls of the wide balcony. For a few long, suspended moments, everything stood completely still and quiet. Chloe stood there frozen
From the very first moment I married Lucas Valeriano five years ago, everyone around me constantly told me exactly the same thing over and over again, as if it was the absolute law of nature and undeniable truth. They told me clearly and repeatedly: “Alessandra, you are lucky. You have everything a







