Chapter 5

“Boss, I can't get through to the madam. Her phone keeps going to voicemail. Why don't you try?”

His man had called over a dozen times and returned looking utterly dejected.

Vincent and Luna were vacationing on the Italian coast.

It was only when they arrived that they realized Luna had forgotten her swimsuit.

Vincent suggested buying a new one, but Luna looked a little crestfallen.

“But I really loved that swimsuit. I was planning on wearing it for you at the beach today. It’s such a shame.”

Vincent smiled at her words and turned to instruct his man, “Call Stella. Have her bring it.”

He thought I was still the same as before.

Waiting at home to be summoned, always docile and submissive.

Because he was certain that I had no one else to rely on, that I would wait eight years for him even without children, that even after his affair came to light, I would still choose to swallow my pride and compromise.

But his man said, “The madam's number is disconnected.”