The next morning, I printed out a divorce agreement. I signed my name without hesitation.

I carefully placed it in an elegant velvet box and tied it with a beautiful bow.

Pretending I had just returned from my arms dealing business in Milan, I dragged my suitcase into the manor's main hall.

Alexander was standing there. The family's personal tailor was measuring him for a new custom suit.

When he saw me, his face lit up with surprise. He rushed over and pulled me into his arms.

"Sophia, baby, you're finally back." He held me tightly around the waist. His chin rested in the curve of my neck. His voice was low and carried a hint of complaint like a spoiled child. "You were gone for an entire week dealing arms this time. Without you here, even the air in Sicily felt stifling. Do you know you missed our anniversary yesterday? How should I punish you?"

I stood rigid in his embrace. I could smell perfume on him.

It wasn't a brand I wore.

"Some complications delayed me," I said calmly.

"Come, help me choose a tie." He took my hand and led me toward the tailor. "You always have excellent taste."

The tailor respectfully unbuttoned Alexander's shirt collar to replace it with a properly sized tie.

A slender pearl earring slipped from his collar and dropped onto the Persian carpet.

It was the same style Isabella had worn yesterday. I remembered it clearly.

The air froze for a moment. The tailor held his breath. The bodyguards around us lowered their heads.

Alexander's expression didn't change. He bent down to pick up the earring and casually tossed it to a nearby bodyguard. "Some maid must have dropped it while ironing. Deal with it later."

He wrapped his arm around my waist. His warm breath tickled my ear. "Later I'll take you shopping on Fifth Avenue. We'll make up for a perfect wedding anniversary."

I looked at his handsome, affectionate face. A dull ache spread through my chest.

"Don, your new suit will be delivered soon," the tailor said. He packed up his tools and bowed respectfully before leaving.

Alexander noticed my lack of enthusiasm. He touched my cheek with concern. "Darling, you look uncomfortable. Was the arms dealing too exhausting this time?"

"Just a little tired," I replied dismissively.

"Then don't go next time." He held me with what seemed like genuine care. "I'll handle all the family business. You just need to stay home and keep me company. As long as you're by my side, I'm satisfied."

I smiled coldly in his arms. Stay peacefully at home while watching him enjoy himself with his secretary in the office?

"There won't be a next time," I whispered back. Really, there truly wouldn't be a next time.

I calmly handed him the box containing the divorce agreement. "This is for you."

Alexander's eyes sparkled with delight. "Is this an anniversary gift? My Sophia is always so thoughtful."

I smiled and nodded.

He eagerly reached to untie the bow. I pressed my hand over his. "Don't open it here, Alexander. Promise me you'll wait four days before opening it."

He raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Why? What kind of treasure needs to wait four days?"

I looked directly into his eyes. "This is blessed by God; opening it prematurely would bring bad luck."

Alexander looked puzzled but smiled indulgently. He kissed my forehead. His voice was gentle. "Alright, since it's the Donna's command, I'll obey."

The next morning, Alexander canceled all family business and personally drove me to the shopping center.

He acted like the perfect husband. In the car, he was attentive to my every need. He even peeled chocolate for me by hand.

Just then, my phone vibrated.

A text message came from Isabella's number.

It contained photos of them making love in the office yesterday. The caption read: "Dear Donna, this is the Don's third anniversary gift for you. Do you like it?"

In that moment, my fingertips felt as cold as ice.

"What's wrong? Sophia, you look terrible." Alexander noticed my reaction. He controlled the steering wheel with one hand while reaching out to touch my forehead with concern.

I instinctively turned my head away from his touch.

"It's nothing." I closed the screen expressionlessly and turned to look out the window. "I just didn't sleep well last night."

He cursed softly under his breath. He seemed to blame himself for not taking better care of me. Then he started chattering about which designer bags we should buy later.

I looked at the fake, affectionate man in the rearview mirror. My heart felt like a wasteland.

It didn't matter. Only three days left anyway.

When we stepped into Sicily's most luxurious shopping center, Alexander immediately rented out the entire building and cleared out all the people.

"Don, what do you need?" The mall manager ran over, sweating profusely and bowing submissively.

Alexander ignored him. His slender fingers traced along the neat rows of shelves. "Pack up all the blue items - jewelry, clothes, bags, everything. Send them all to the manor. That's my wife's favorite color."

"Yes, Don Alexander!" The sales staff immediately busied themselves.

I watched this extravagant scene with complete indifference in my heart.

At the haute couture shoe section, Alexander suddenly knelt down. In full view of everyone, he dropped to one knee in front of me.

He gently grasped my ankle and carefully changed my shoes to a pair of sapphire blue heels. His movements were tender and focused.

"Sophia, what do you think of these?" He looked up at me with deep, devoted eyes.

The store clerks whispered among themselves in the distance.

"Look how much our Don spoils the Donna!"

"He's treating the Donna like the queen of Sicily!"

"Now that's true love!"

I looked down at the top of his head. I remembered how roughly he had handled Isabella in his office two days ago. My stomach churned violently.

Just then, Isabella walked up to us, holding an exquisite black velvet gift box.

Alexander’s face changed the moment he saw her, but he quickly regained his composure, acting as if nothing was wrong.

I saw everything but said nothing.

"Don, this is the gift you ordered for the Donna," Isabella said, opening the box in front of everyone. "It's the dress for the upcoming anniversary gala."

Inside was an extremely explicit lingerie set with cold metal chains. The fabric was scandalously minimal, and the size was obviously too small.

The air froze instantly. The crowd fell into a deathly silence, followed by frantic whispers.

Isabella suddenly turned pale and fell to her knees. "I'm so sorry! I grabbed the wrong box! This was a surprise for my husband for our anniversary tonight. I... I meant to wear it for him."

Alexander's gaze darkened, and a hint of desire flickered in his eyes.

But he quickly suppressed it.

He shot to his feet and kicked the box aside and roared, "How dare you bring this filth in front of my wife!"

"Don! I... I don't know! I must have accidentally packed the wrong things." Isabella almost cried.

"Apologize to my wife immediately!" Alexander's voice was cold as ice.

"Donna Sophia, I'm truly sorry! My behavior was inappropriate!" Isabella sobbed her apology.

I watched them perform, my heart cold and silent.

After he ordered Isabella to get out, Alexander turned to me.

He gently took my cold hands, his voice full of apology. "I'll have them prepare something ten times better than that."

He then presented another diamond necklace, but I accepted it with a blank expression.

Seeing that I had accepted the necklace, Alexander breathed a sigh of relief.

He pulled me into his arms, patting my back comfortingly. "There, don't let this clown ruin our anniversary. Let's go home. I'll personally prepare dinner for you."

Back at the manor, Alexander didn't let the servants help.

He went into the kitchen himself, tied on an apron, and started cooking my favorite mushroom risotto. "Rest, Sophia. I’ll bring it to you soon."

But he seemed a bit distracted; he didn't even notice that he'd added the black truffle sauce twice.

A moment later, he brought the steaming plate to the table and sat beside me, personally feeding me a spoonful.

Suddenly, his phone on the table vibrated. He snatched it up with lightning speed, but I was faster.

I saw the notification on the screen: a photo of Isabella wearing that metal-chain lingerie from the mall, spreading her legs for the camera.

Below the photo, it read: " Missing you already. I’m in your office…"

Alexander’s expression didn't flicker.

He locked the phone and sighed regretfully. "Darling, there's an urgent crisis with the arms shipment at the warehouse. I have to handle it personally. Eat first, don't wait for me."

"It's fine, go ahead," I replied calmly.

He kissed my forehead apologetically and hurried out.

After he left, I threw the mushroom risotto into the trash can.

Half an hour later, my phone vibrated. It was a video from Isabella.

In the video, Alexander was already in his office, his coat tossed aside. Isabella was kneeling between his legs in those metal chains. "Why did you pull that stunt at the mall?" Alexander’s voice was low and raspy, his hand gripping her hair. "You almost ruined everything."

"But didn't it make you want me more?" Isabella giggled, rubbing her body against his suit pants. "Weren't you dying to fuck me right there in front of your boring wife?"

Alexander let out a husky laugh, his wedding ring glinting as he grabbed the chains. "You little devil. You’re lucky I can't resist you in this."

"But you were just yelling at me like that!" Isabella said, feigning hurt.

Alexander chuckled, caressing her breasts, and said, "I'll make it up to you."

Isabella pouted, "Then will you take me to the cruise ship party tomorrow? I want you to fuck me on the deck."

Alexander frowned, hesitating for a moment, but Isabella lowered her head and took his already erect penis into her mouth.

Alexander let out a sigh of pleasure, then nodded in agreement, "Okay, you little slut. But if Sophia asks, you can only say that you're helping me with some family business as my secretary."

I looked at the screen and rushed into the washroom, vomiting violently into the toilet. I wiped my mouth, the nausea still rising, but a cold smile formed on my lips.

It's perfect that Isabella is going to the cruise ship party; I was worried I wouldn't have a chance to get away.

I messaged my contact. "The night after tomorrow, near the cruise ship party on the sea, will my fake corpse be ready?"

The contact replied: "Everything is ready."

I deleted the message and smiled for the first time in days.

The next morning, a group of servants carried various haute couture dress boxes into our bedroom.

"Sophia, come choose a gown for tonight's cruise ship party." Alexander said excitedly. "I had them specially delivered."

I opened the boxes. Inside were all conservative long dresses with high necklines that covered everything up to the neck, even covering the arms completely.

"I love how dignified and elegant you look." Alexander gazed at me with deep affection, his eyes full of possessiveness. "I don't like other men seeing your body."

He pulled out a velvet jewelry box from his pocket. "And this, for my most beautiful wife."

Inside lay a priceless sapphire necklace, each stone as large as a pigeon egg. He gently fastened the necklace around my neck and kissed my throat softly. "Only this is worthy of you."

Just then, my Instagram sent me a notification.

Isabella had posted nine photos, all of extremely sexy dresses: deep V-necks, backless designs, slits up to the thighs, silk fabrics thin as cicada wings.

The caption read: "So torn, which one should I choose? My husband says dignified and elegant is too boring. He told me that tonight, being sexy is enough."

I looked at my phone screen, then at these nun-like conservative dresses in front of me.

How ironic.

That evening, the cruise ship party officially began. The massive cruise ship sailed away from Sicily's coast.

Alexander held my hand as we opened the evening with a graceful waltz. His hand remained protectively at my waist throughout.

Whenever other family leaders approached to toast me, he intercepted for me. "My Donna doesn't like to drink. I'll drink for her."

All the guests raised their champagne glasses, offering flattering compliments.

"The Don's devotion to the Donna is truly unwavering after all these years."

"To have Don's such devoted love, Donna is truly Sicily's darling."

Alexander wrapped his arm around my waist, gazing at me affectionately in front of everyone. "Sophia is the only woman in my life."

Halfway through the ball, a bodyguard leaned in and whispered to Alexander.

Alexander turned to me. "Darling, some urgent business needs my attention in the private study upstairs. I'll be back soon."

"Go ahead." I smiled and nodded.

Twenty minutes later, I excused myself from the crowd, claiming I felt a bit seasick and needed fresh air.

Before I could reach the railing to enjoy the sea breeze, a familiar, breathless moan drifted from the shadows beneath the bridge.

It was Alexander, who was supposed to be in the study.

Alexander had Isabella pressed hard against the metal railing. Her dress was hiked up to her waist, her legs wrapped tightly around him.

"God, Alexander... right here? On the deck?" Isabella panted, her head thrown back. "The guests are just inside... what if someone comes out for a smoke?"

"They wouldn't dare," Alexander growled, his thrusts savage and rhythmic. "I told the guards to keep the doors shut. No one comes out unless they want to die. Look at the sea, you little slut... scream as loud as you want, the waves will cover it."

"Am I tighter than Donna?" Isabella gasped.

"Shut up about my wife," Alexander growled, but his movements became even more violent. "This is just fucking. Don't get confused."

I stood at the deck for a full hour, watching those disgusting images. My heart had gone completely numb.

I forced myself to turn away and walked back toward the ballroom.

Just as I reached the entrance, a drunk guest stumbled out.

He didn't notice me standing in the shadows. He staggered straight toward the "show."

Three seconds later.

"GET LOST!" Alexander burst out thunderous roar.

The drunk guest scrambled back instantly, his face pale.

Alexander stormed out from the shadows, buttoning his shirt.

"If my wife hears a single word about what you saw tonight," Alexander hissed, "your entire family will disappear from Sicily by sunrise! Do you understand?"

"Yes! Yes, Don! I saw nothing! I swear!" The guest trembled violently.

The guest scrambled back into the ballroom. But he froze as he looked at the entrance.

I was standing near the entrance, looking calm and graceful.

Horror filled his eyes. He realized I must have been there. He knew that I knew.

The guest looked at me, terrified that I would speak.

I simply gave him a faint, knowing smile.

Before Alexander came back, I turned and returned to the luxury suite on deck.

Just as I reached the balcony, my phone rang.

"Miss Sophia, everything is arranged." A raspy voice came through the phone.

"Good, see you tomorrow." I replied softly.

Just as I hung up, Alexander pushed through the door. He seemed to have heard something.

"Sophia, what was that about 'see you tomorrow'? Where are you going?" He asked with confusion.