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My son, Lionello Gabardino, played on the tablet for a while before falling asleep.I draped a thin blanket over him and picked up the tablet beside me. Then, I opened the Gabardino Famiglia's travel dispatch system. All private flight routes, private helicopter schedules, and intercity travel records for the famiglia's upper ranks were logged in this internal system. But out of trust and to maintain stability within the famiglia, I had never once checked Marco Gabardino's private travel records over the past five years.I scrolled down line by line, and little by little, all the blood seemed to drain from my body.Every time Marco claimed to be traveling to another city for business, the destination was always the same city. On Valentine's Day, our wedding anniversary, and every other day that held some special meaning to us, he was never by my side.I had thought he was too busy with work. I'd even felt sorry for him, thinking about how much he had to travel back and forth.

When I settled the bill for the miscarriage procedure, a notification popped up on my phone showing a seven-figure deposit.It was from Marco.Right after it came another message from him. "Buy whatever you want. Don't hold back."I stared at that casual line on my screen, finding it both absurd and laughable.I didn't accept the money or reply. I just booked a flight to Northern Eltrand for next night.That evening, I returned to the villa with Lionello, only to find that Marco was already home. Sergio took Lionello to his room to play with building blocks.Marco wrapped his arms around me and said gently, "How did you spend all day shopping but barely spend any money? Is there anything you want? Perhaps a haute couture gown or some diamond jewelry?"I lowered my eyes and replied, "I don't want anything."The only thing I wanted was his genuine love, but he would never give me that. He couldn't.Marco paused, his voice turning somewhat helpless. "Stop being upset with me. I k

Lionello spoke timidly. "Papa, did we go too far? Mama looked really sad."Valeria reached over and gently patted his head. "You're overthinking it. Your mama was just acting on impulse. Once she calms down, she'll come around."Lionello timidly fell silent, but for some reason, Marco's heart suddenly jolted. The palm he rested at his side still tingled from the slap.He opened his phone and saw my message pop up. Right away, he tapped it open.He froze for a second, and a trace of panic spread through his heart. But the next moment, he scoffed.The laugh sounded extremely forced.Marco said, "She's throwing another tantrum. Does she think she's still a lovesick teenager? She can't expect me to chase after her and coax her until she's no longer mad."But as he said those words, the image of the tears glistening in the corner of my eye when he slapped me flashed uncontrollably through his mind. His fingers had already tightened slightly, and the uneasiness in his heart continued

Valeria had followed Marco to the airport. Ignoring the security guards trying to stop her, she rushed forward like a madwoman and grabbed Marco tightly by the sleeve."You can't leave!" she shouted.Marco spun around and tried to yank his sleeve free. There was an urgent look in his eyes as he looked toward the boarding door that was already beginning to close."Let go of me. I have to find Alessia!""Find her?" Valeria raised her voice, refusing to let go. "She's already left, determined to divorce you, and you still want to chase after her? Are Lucia and I worth nothing to you?"Marco frowned hard and said, "Alessia is my wife. I've wronged her. I have to find her."Valeria shouted back, "Wronged her? She's been by your side as the Donna, enjoying wealth and power. What exactly do you owe her? Why don't you ever think about me? I've stayed by your side all these years and given you Lucia. What have I gotten in return? "I have to stay hidden and live in Alessia's shadow! Why

On the other side of the world, the plane landed at an airport in a small town in Northern Eltrand. The gentle breeze swept away some of the heaviness that had been weighing on my heart. As I walked out of the airport, crystal-clear lakes and stretches of forest came into view.There were no endless power struggles like in Issarotta, and no suffocating arguments at Grande Villa. Marco and Valeria were also not around to cause me any trouble.In this unfamiliar land, I could finally breathe freely again.On my third day in the small town, I officially started working at an illustration design studio. During the day, I drew illustrations, using colors to soothe the turmoil in my heart. In the evenings, I walked along the lakeside, watching migratory birds skim across the water.But that peace lasted only half a month.After finishing work one day, I walked out of the studio and spotted a familiar black sedan parked by the roadside.Marco stood beside it in a dark overcoat, the