Chapter 5
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I shook out my wrist, which still tingled, and looked at her with cold indifference.
"I held back earlier because the divorce wasn't finalized." I lifted the copy of the agreement and gave it a light shake. "Now that the marriage is over, tell me. Why should I keep tolerating a fly buzzing in my ear?"
"Sophia! How dare you hit me?" Monica shrieked.
Tears surfaced at once as she turned toward Enzo, her expression wounded and fragile. "Don! Look at her!"
Enzo snapped out of his shock. His face darkened as he stepped forward. "Sophia! Monica is my godsister. How dare you lay a hand on her!"
At that moment, steady and purposeful footsteps echoed from the entrance. Several black sedans had pulled up outside the plaza. The doors swung open, and men in black suits moved with sharp, disciplined precision. They split the crowd cleanly and headed straight for me, forming a protective ring.
"Princess," the middle-aged man leading them said, offering a slight bow. His tone was respectful and unquestioning. "Mr. Vitale sent us to bring you home."
My father's people had arrived.
I looked at Enzo. My gaze was calm and unmoved.
"Mr. Galante, as you can see, my family is here for me. As for your godsister…" I flicked a glance at Monica, who still covered her face, her eyes glossy with tears. "Maybe you should teach her which words are safe to say and which ones earn her a slap."
"Sophia!"
The pressure in the room spiked.
"You've got some nerve!" he barked. "This is the Galante family's territory. Do you really think you're still the Donna, free to do whatever you want? You hit someone and think you can just walk away? Who do you think is backing you?"
His eyes were bloodshot. The threat was unmistakable.
"Or did you rush this divorce because you don't even want custody of the child? Don't forget it. Legally, I'm still the father. You think you can take my blood and disappear? Dream on."
"Custody?" I laughed softly, as if I had just heard the stupidest joke imaginable. "Enzo, you really have the nerve to bring up the child?"
I stepped half a pace closer and made sure every word landed. "Since you want him so badly. Since you 'love' him that much. Fine. Then go down and keep him company yourself."
He took an instinctive step back.
"Crazy woman! You still won't tell the truth!" His voice came out dry and unsteady, though he seemed unaware of it. "Divorcing you is the best decision I've ever made!"
"Is that so?" I curved my lips in a cold, mocking smile. "Because I think marrying you was the biggest mistake of my life."
I did not wait for his reaction. I did not spare Monica another glance, even as resentment and unease burned in her eyes. I simply turned and walked away.
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Behind Sophia, Enzo stood frozen, staring at her straight back. It was rigid and unyielding without the slightest hint of regret.
Something was deeply wrong.
"Don?" Monica's tearful voice pulled him back from the spiral. "My face hurts so much. Let's go back. Don't waste your anger on someone like her. She isn't worth it."
Irritation flared. Enzo brushed her hand aside. Somewhere deep inside him, a hollow unease spread. It felt sharp, unfamiliar, and impossible to ignore.
