Chapter 3

If father and daughter were both so ungrateful, so devoted to that cheap showgirl, then I would grant them their wish.

Hearing this, a smile spread across Alice's small face, likely relieved that I would no longer try to take her away.

In her eyes, having a mother like me was probably a burden, a source of shame.

"Sarah, dear, you can't just say that out of anger…" Eva feigned shock, but then a smirk played on her painted lips, one that didn't reach her eyes.

Her defiant gaze screamed: So what if you were the real Mrs. Wilson? Your own daughter disowns you and only recognizes me. I took everything that was yours without even lifting a finger.

"Get the family lawyer," I cut her off. "Now."

I didn't waste any more words on them. The Wilson family lawyer rushed over, and in front of everyone, I signed the divorce papers and the legal documents severing my maternal ties.

I slid the ring off my finger. It was the family heirloom, the symbol of the Wilson matriarch.

The diamond glittered under the light. It was once my most treasured possession. Now, I didn't want it.

I tossed the ring onto the table. It landed with a sharp clink.

"From this moment on, I have nothing more to do with the Wilson family."

Daniel stared blankly at the ring, as if he never expected me to be so final.

The moment the divorce papers were in my hand, a wave of relief washed over me.

In just three years, Daniel had become a completely different person.

It only proved that I had misjudged him three years ago.

His feelings for me were shallow. Otherwise, how could a common showgirl so easily usurp my place and steal everything that was mine?

I got my divorce papers. Daniel and Eva got what they wanted: the ring that symbolized the family matriarch.

Eva's joy was so immense she couldn't hide it. She immediately slipped the ring onto her finger and threw herself into Daniel's arms. "We did it, Daniel! I can finally be your wife, openly."

Daniel let her wrap herself around him, but his gaze drifted toward me, his mind clearly elsewhere. "Yes, baby. This is good."

Alice danced around them, chanting, "Now you're my only mommy!"

I had no interest in watching their disgusting family drama. I turned and left without a backward glance.

The Wilson family mansion was no longer my concern. I went straight back to the Rossi family estate.

The moment I stepped into our estate, I felt like I had finally returned to my own world. This was my true home.

Seeing me, our butler, Marco, hurried to greet me. "Principessa, you're finally home."

I scanned the familiar grand hall, a mix of emotions swirling inside me.

"Tell me everything that's happened these past three years."

From Marco, I learned the truth of the last three years.

Three years ago, I took a bullet for Daniel and Alice in a street war and fell into a coma.

Within a month, Daniel and Eva had started a secret affair.

At first, they were cautious, wary of the Rossi family's power. But then they began to sabotage our family's operations, stabbing us in the back while we were still weakened from the war.

They covertly seized the docks, bars, and underground casinos that were supposed to be joint operations between our families, causing the Rossi family to suffer devastating losses.

Only then did Daniel drop the facade and begin appearing publicly at all sorts of family gatherings with Eva.

His betrayal was shameless, flaunting their love for all to see.

At first, some in our circle questioned Eva's status.

To legitimize her, Daniel claimed that I had fallen into a permanent vegetative state and could no longer fulfill my duties as the Wilson family's matriarch.

And everyone knew that a man in Daniel's position could not be without a woman by his side.

So, to the rest of the underworld, Eva wasn't a home-wrecker. She was the savior who had pulled him from his grief, his one true love.

To play the part of the devoted husband, he had arranged for the best medical care available, providing me with a level of treatment few in the country could afford.

Perhaps all that care actually worked, or perhaps fate decided I wasn't meant to die. Three years later, I woke up.

That was likely Daniel's biggest miscalculation.

His obsession with his reputation and saving face had saved my life. I almost had him to thank for that.

But this time, I was going to destroy everything he cared about.

I took out my phone and snapped a picture of the freshly signed divorce agreement and the document severing my maternal ties.

Then I sent it to everyone in our circle with a simple caption: "The ink is dry. Happy divorce to me."

As I expected, it didn't take long for the gossip mills of the major families to start churning.