Ending a Lonely Marriage: Never Seen Again After Divorce

"I want a divorce. Please take care of my divorce papers," Violette said to Mr. Joshua Smith, the best divorce lawyer in town, as she sat in front of him.

The man raised his glasses and looked at Violette seriously, as if he couldn't believe that the woman in front of him was Violette Lombardi, who had declared that she wanted to divorce Hans Lombardi, a CEO and famous underground Don in the country.

They had been married for 15 years, and everyone agreed they were the perfect couple.

Every anniversary of their marriage was reported almost nationwide. However, Mrs. Lombardi now asked for divorce papers without hesitation and with an expressionless face, wanting to divorce Hans Lombardi.

"Mrs. Lombardi, for a divorce, you need reasons and supporting evidence," the lawyer explained.

"Yes, I've prepared it," Violette replied calmly as she handed over everything needed to divorce her husband.

She had collected photos and videos sent by Irene over the past five years, showing that Hans spent his time abroad—disguised as business trips—only to meet Irene. There were even photos of Hans and Irene sleeping in the same place. And finally, a photo of Hans with Irene in an apartment, while Violette herself was held captive by a murderer and stabbed in the chest.

The lawyer was silent as he watched the video showing Violette being wounded by the killer and treating her own wounds. The file would be sent to Hans once the divorce was finalized.

"Okay, I'll process your divorce," Mr. Smith said.

"Yes, please take care of it as soon as possible," Violette asked, smiling bitterly as she rubbed the still-wet stab wound on her left chest.

A week earlier, on the eve of their 15th wedding anniversary, Hans had arranged a luxurious private party at a five-star hotel, making Violette the center of attention in the whole city.

However, as in previous years, Hans was nowhere to be found. That night, he was at Irene's apartment, keeping her company as she battled a mild fever, not even answering a single phone call from his enemy, who was holding Violette hostage.

Overcome with rage, the killer stabbed Violette in the chest, intending to end her life. Fortunately, Violette had a special feature—her heart was located on the right side of her chest—which saved her life. As the daughter of a mafia boss, she had been trained to deal with such situations and managed to save herself.

As Violette treated the bleeding wound on her chest, Hans finally answered his phone.

"Honey, I'm sorry I didn't answer your call. Irene has a fever and is complaining of a headache, I can't leave her and have to take her to the hospital."

Hearing this, Violette finally realized that during their fifteen years of marriage, Hans had never loved her.

Their marriage was arranged as part of a business partnership between the Renault and Lombardi families, two of the largest mafia families. Although they were married through an arranged marriage, she and Hans still respected each other. Hans devoted all his attention to her, and they were praised as the perfect couple.

However, all the warmth and attention he showed her was just a facade and a formality, a charade that Hans put on to convince the Renault family that he was treating their daughter well.

Violette woke up from her fantasy, feeling that her entire life devoted to loving Hans Lombardi had been exhausting. Now, she just wanted to pursue her freedom.

"Mrs. Lombardi, the documents are ready. You just need to get Mr. Lombardi's signature." Mr. Smith placed the divorce papers in front of Violette.

"I understand. I will get my husband's signature," Violette said calmly.

She left the lawyer's office and returned to the villa.

Upon arriving at the villa, she found several movers bringing furniture into the house.

In the living room, Irene sat next to Hans, pointing at the people who were moving her belongings.

"Those are the bed and sofa made by my late mother. I really can't leave them behind. I can't sleep without them."

Hans sat leaning back on the sofa, his arms stretched out behind Irene as if hugging her. He then stroked Irene's hair.

"It's okay, just move your things into this house. Consider this your home. "

" Thank you, Hans. I know you've always been good to me," Irene smiled sweetly, hugging Hans's neck and kissing his cheek. Hans responded by gently stroking Irene's head.

Violette cleared her throat, drawing their attention. The two immediately turned their heads and quickly separated, as if to hide their relationship.

"Violette, you're home! I've been waiting for you! I'm sorry I moved into your house without asking your permission. You're not angry, are you?" Irene looked at Violette anxiously, wringing her hands in front of her chest.

"Vio, let Irene stay at our house. Her apartment has a gas leak. She's traumatized from living alone. We'll take care of her because we're still her family and she's Damien's biological mother," Hans explained.

"It's okay, right, Violette? If you don't like it, I'll find another place to live," Irene said, her eyes starting to well up, making her look pitiful.

"You've already moved your things into this house, why do you need to ask my permission? You're talking as if I'm kicking you out," Violette replied with a flat smile.

Irene's face reddened; she pursed her lips, then looked at Hans with an expression as if she had been mistreated. She was petite and ten years younger, so her appearance really supported her sad acting.

"Hans, I didn't mean it that way. I'm sorry for giving Violette the wrong impression," Irene said to Hans.

Hans's face tensed, and he frowned at Violette. "Don't scare Irene like that. She didn't mean to misunderstand you."

"Don't worry, I'm just kidding. She can stay as long as she wants," Violette replied with a fake smile.

"Hans, there's something I want to talk about. I need your signature to change the ownership of the island you bought for our wedding anniversary," she said as she placed the documents on the table, right in front of them.

She sat in front of Hans and Irene, who didn't even move and remained seated side by side.

That position made it seem as if Violette were an outsider in her own home.

"It's already yours. No need to change anything," said Hans, reaching for the document to look at it.

However, Violette held the document back so Hans couldn't see its contents.

"Hans, I just need your signature and the island will be mine so I can feel comfortable."

Irene laughed softly and seductively. "Violette, are you worried that Hans is lying about giving you the island? Don't worry, I also got a private island in Hawaii as a gift for my birthday last week. If you don't believe me, I'll show you the original documents."

"A private island in Hawaii?" Violette smiled meaningfully, but a sharp pain pierced her chest, far more agonizing than the stab wound she had received from the killer.

It was the island Hans had originally given her, but for some reason, within just a few hours, Hans had changed his gift, replacing it with another island.

Now she understood. Hans was giving the island to Irene.

"What's wrong with the island?" Irene smiled innocently.

"Nothing," Hans replied without explanation, avoiding Violette's gaze. He turned the document to the last page and signed it immediately.

Violette stared at Hans's fingers as he signed the divorce papers.

Fifteen years of marriage, the love of her life ended like this.

Violette had known Hans almost her entire life. They were set up when she was five, engaged at 10, and married at 18. They had been married for fifteen years.

However, their entire life together was nothing compared to the brief presence of Irene, who immediately stole Hans's heart and became his first love.

Irene was his brother's wife. Hans was even willing to adopt Damien, Irene's child and his brother, as the heir to the Lombardi family, while Irene went abroad to pursue her dreams after her husband's death.

"That's enough, right?" Hans said indifferently without glancing at the document. If he had paid attention, he would have seen that it was divorce papers.

"Daddy! Mommy!"

The little five-year-old ran and jumped into Hans and Irene's arms, hugging them tightly as if they were his best parents.

Violette looked at Damien with sadness in her heart. She had raised the child since he was a baby, but Damien never considered her his mother.

Ever since Damien began to remember, Hans repeatedly took him abroad to meet his biological mother, Irene, which ultimately led Damien not to consider Violette his mother.

He called Hans "Daddy" and Irene "Mommy," but to Violette, he only called her by her name.

Hans let it be. When Violette protested, he always said, "Irene went through the pain of giving birth to him, so Damien must not forget his mother."

Now she realized that Damien was just a painful reminder that her husband loved Irene.

"Daddy, Mommy! Let's go watch a movie!"

"Watch a movie? Sure, let's go before dinner." Hans rubbed Damien's head and then stood up, holding his small hand.

"Mommy, let's go. I can't wait to watch Spiderman!" Damien excitedly grabbed Hans and Irene's hands and pulled them to hurry up and leave.

"Yes, baby. There's no need to rush," Irene said.

As they were about to leave, Violette stood up and walked behind them. Damien, as if realizing Violette's presence, immediately snapped and pushed her away.

"Why are you coming? I don't want you to come with us!"