Seven Years as His Hidden Wife
Within 30 days, Niccolò Romano and I registered for divorce 18 times.
The first time, Niccolò's adopted sister stole my research results, but he hired a lawyer to fight for her.
Afterwards, he held me and coaxed, "If something happens to Lia, no one will dare to hire her in the future. I'm just helping her."
The second time, while my plane was in distress, he was traveling around the world with Lia.
His tone was helpless: "Lia has depended on me since she was little. I only look after her like a younger sister."
The last time, Lia was pregnant with a child no one would claim, and he took responsibility for it.
Faced with my accusation, he just sighed, a bit tired: "Lia's career is just starting to take off. If someone blackmails her with the child, her life will be ruined."
"You're a woman too. Can't you understand?"
This time, I didn't cry or make a scene.
Instead, I calmly signed my name on the divorce agreement that he had signed in a fit of pique some time ago.
Then I called my professor: "I've thought it over. I'm willing to go with you to Iceland to do research."