Chapter 3

After returning from the hotel, Seraphina told me she had to go on a business trip.

That night, as usual, she stood on the balcony speaking French on the phone: "Alec, I'm planning to bring you to New York Fashion Week this time. There will be many top brands looking to sign you."

Her fluent speech made it sound like she was genuinely discussing serious business matters: "Don't worry, given our relationship, would I ever let you down? Remember to bring our little toys as a reward for me. We'll make some unforgettable memories."

I stood in the living room packing my suitcase, pulling out the divorce papers I had long prepared from my briefcase. My hand hesitated for a moment as I looked towards Seraphina on the balcony, engrossed in her chat with the mixed-race male model.

She often did this, thinking I couldn't understand, so she spoke freely. Little did she know that my parents divorced when I was young, and my grandparents settled in France. I had spent an entire childhood abroad with them.

Without showing any emotion, I slipped the divorce papers in with the house purchase agreement and stood behind Seraphina, tapping her on the back.

Seraphina was startled, almost crying out. She only relaxed after confirming that I hadn't understood or heard anything.I handed her the document: "Remember when you said our place was too small and you wanted a bigger one? I've got the purchase agreement all set up."

Seraphina's face lit up with a delighted smile: "Honey, you're the best! Is this my anniversary surprise?"

She pointed at her phone, smoothly covering with: "It's my boss. I need to go to Milan for a week on business."

"Can I look at the document after I take this call?"

Feigning ignorance, I directly pushed the contract and pen into her hands, forcing a vague smile.

"I've already reviewed the agreement. There's nothing to worry about, you just need to sign."

Perhaps in a rush to take the call, and with the dim lighting on the balcony, Seraphina signed without a second thought.

Finally, she wrapped her arms around my neck, coaxing: "I'll only be gone a week. When I get back, we can move, okay?"

Meeting her expectant gaze, I nodded, masking my dejection.

This time would be enough for me to pack up and leave.

A few days later, Seraphina left for her business trip with that male model.

During that time, the paparazzi tailing her sent me quite a few photos.On the first day, Seraphina accompanied that male model on a shopping spree down the luxury boulevard in Milan. Both wore oversized sunglasses, naively believing they wouldn't be recognized abroad, and passionately kissed in public.

I sorted through Seraphina's and my belongings, dividing them into her pile and mine.

Things like our photos together, wedding pictures, and couple items were all packed up and tossed into the garbage bin.

On the second day, Seraphina accompanied the male model to a fashion show, helping him secure quite a few resources. To celebrate, they went to a nearby couples' restaurant for a romantic candlelit dinner, then returned to the hotel together.

I burned the love letters Seraphina had written me before, along with various anniversary gifts she'd given me, reducing them all to ashes.

On the third day, they went for a hot air balloon ride. That mixed-race male model even bought Seraphina a cheap street vendor ring, staging a romantic proposal story on the foreign streets.

The paparazzi following them finally couldn't hold back and laid it out for me: "Mr. Grey, there are only four days left. Five million dollars means nothing to you, but it could save your marriage and your wife's reputation. Are you sure you want us to release this?"I stared numbly at the contents of the photo, a bitter smile crossing my face.

"Do whatever you want."

On the seventh day, the scandal between Seraphina and that mixed-race male model finally broke, with those photos dominating all the top trending topics.

Seraphina, terrified, quickly sent me a message to explain: "Honey, believe me, this is all a misunderstanding!"

"It's those media outlets spreading rumors and false accusations! I've already booked a flight ticket, I'm flying back right now to explain everything to you..."

Through the screen, I could almost see her current panic and fear.

I lifted the corner of my lips in mockery, blocking all of Seraphina's contact information, leaving her with only a divorce agreement.