บททั้งหมดของ 60 Days Before the Apocalypse,I Divorced My Cheating Husband: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Enzo Vitale's breathing came through the phone like a bull about to charge."A divorce? Have you completely lost your mind? Do you have any idea what you've done? My mother is standing in the kitchen, Nadia says you attacked her, and you're talking about a divorce?"Giada leaned against the bus stop pole and crossed one ankle over the other. A pigeon was pecking at a candy wrapper near her foot. The morning sun felt warm on her skin. Everything felt warm now that she wasn't waiting to die in a freezing basement."Yes. A divorce. Today. I'll meet you at the civil affairs office in one hour.""You're insane. You're absolutely insane. I'm not divorcing you. Get back to the house, apologize, and we can pretend this never happened.""Enzo." She let his name hang in the air. "How much does Dario know about Matteo's mother?"Silence. Complete, hollow, dead silence."Because I have to say," Giada continued, her voice light and casual like she was discussing the weather, "if your brother ever

The next morning, Giada began the lottery claim process as soon as the offices opened, bringing her identification, her tickets, and every receipt she had kept. Once the prize had been verified and the payment arrangements completed, she went to First National Bank to deal with the transfer.The taxes took a chunk. She made a charitable donation that brought the total down further. When the dust settled, the final number staring back at her from the bank screen was $40 million.Forty million dollars. Clean. Hers. Untouchable.The senior bank manager, a silver haired man in his sixties named Mr. Patterson, treated her like royalty from the moment the amount was confirmed. He pulled out a leather chair for her, offered her espresso from the executive machine, and spoke in the smooth, polished tone of a man who had handled large accounts his entire career."Ms. Vitale, with this kind of capital, I would strongly recommend our Premier Wealth Management program. We have a team of advisors

6By evening, the story had crossed the whole city. Mrs. Chen had called Teresa twice, first to say how sorry she was, and then to ask in a bright, curious voice whether the part about the baby was really true.Teresa hung up on her and ordered both sons back to the house. Her husband Sal came in from the golf course a little later, still wearing his visor and his spiked shoes, and he dropped onto the sofa beside her with his clubs leaning against the door. Mr. Chen had told him everything on the ninth hole, and he picked up the newspaper and hid behind it, pretending he had heard nothing. Upstairs a cartoon still murmured where Matteo had fallen asleep, and the kitchen smelled of burnt coffee nobody had bothered to pour out.Dario came in first with scraped knuckles and a face like a locked door, and he dropped into the armchair without looking at anyone. Enzo followed ten minutes later with a split lip and one eye swelling shut, closing the front door gently like a man who expected t

"Giada, sweetheart, are you sitting down?" Enzo's voice burst through the speaker, loud and bright, nothing like the shaky man who had stood beside her at the civil affairs office. "I figured you deserved a friendly warning before the paperwork reaches your door.""Go ahead, Enzo." She pulled out a stool at the marble counter and rested her chin on her hand, like a woman settling in for a good show."I hired a lawyer, the best one in the city." He had promised his mother he would stay quiet, but the urge to hear her panic was stronger than any promise. "We know about the villa. One point five million in cash, two days after you signed everything away. You hid that money from me for years, so we're going to a judge for concealed marital assets, we're voiding the divorce, and I'm taking half of everything you own.""Half of everything." She let the words roll around her mouth, and then a real laugh broke out of her, bright and delighted, loud enough to echo off the empty walls. "That's

By nine the next morning, Helen Archer had already made her first phone call. Giada sat across the desk in the glass office with a cup of black coffee cooling in her hand, and listened as Helen dialed a number from memory."Martin Kessler." The voice on the speaker was smooth and very pleased with itself. "I assume this is about my client's filing. Your client is welcome to settle.""Mr. Kessler, this is Helen Archer from Marsh and Calloway." Her tone was flat and polite, like a bank statement. "I'm calling as a courtesy, because in about ten minutes our counterclaim will be filed in the same court.""A counterclaim?" Martin gave a small, confident laugh. "On what basis?""Fraud, rescission of the divorce agreement, and emotional distress." Helen turned a page without any hurry. "The child your client has presented as an orphan is, according to an accredited laboratory, the biological son of Enzo Vitale and his brother's wife, and that affair has been running for years. I'm emailing yo