Chapter 5
Meanwhile, Bianca strutted all over social media, parading her so–called victory.
“Life only needs a man who truly loves you and two beautiful daughters. While I was sick these past few days, he didn’t sleep a wink. He never left my side. Even my own mother never cared for me this well. I’m so blessed to have found the best man in the world.”
The photos showed Jasper bent at her feet, literally washing them.
And she kept going. Every five minutes, Bianca posted again.
This time, she posted pictures of the villa deeds.
“My daughters are so fortunate. They were born in Rome, in a big house bought by their father. Everything I earn from now on will be theirs. What a blessed fate, born with everything.”
Bianca was taunting me, plain and simple. Her message was crystal clear: divorce or not, her daughters would inherit. And if I refused to divorce, then I was nothing but free labor for her kids.
I fired back with a video and screenshots.
She needed to understand that every dirty trick she tried to play on me would turn into a knife driving straight back into her chest.
When Jasper found out I hadn’t been detained, he wanted to discuss things in person. So I headed straight to our villa in the city, only to discover the door code had been changed.
I was about to call a locksmith when my phone buzzed.
The caller ID said Bianca.
“Jasper said you two need to have a good talk,” she said, like she was checking off a list. “Oh, and I forgot to mention the code’s been changed to my birthday.” Her voice was smug, every word soaked in the kind of arrogance a mistress wears like a crown.
“We grew up together. You should know my birthday. And don’t touch anything in the house- some things belong to me.”
By that point, I had exhausted my worst emotions during countless sleepless nights.
Bianca’s words no longer could throw me off balance.
“I’m not surprised by your filthy tricks,” I told her, my voice calm. “But if I throw out our things, that’s my right–not yours.”
I entered her birth date, and the lock clicked open.
It had been months since I last stepped inside. My presence was gone. The living room now displayed a family portrait of Bianca, Jasper, and the twins, smiling as if they were the picture of happiness, right where my photos used to hang.
The furniture I had chosen was gone too, replaced by French–style pieces Bianca preferred. Everywhere I looked, the house bore her fingerprints.
I didn’t hesitate. I had every trace of Bianca erased.
By the time it was finished, the home that once felt cozy and full of warmth was stripped down, hollow, and empty.
When Jasper finally showed up, he looked annoyed but not furious.
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4:32 pm Pppp.
He brought a bottle of wine, playing the same old role as the gentle husband, and said softly, “Let’s not worry about right or wrong today. Let’s open up and have a genuine conversation.”
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