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[I hope Mrs. Carter can bless us.]
Accompanying the message was a photo: a man and a woman entering a hotel together.
Though the image was blurry, Alessia recognized Dominic Carter immediately.
A faint smile graced Alessia's lips.
Three years ago, she had lost her memory, and a man claiming to be her grandfather had arranged her marriage to Dominic, leaving behind a bank card before disappearing.
With nowhere else to turn and her memory gone, she had simply gone through with the marriage.
Now it seemed she had inadvertently stood in the way of Dominic's feelings, which explained his apparent aversion to her.
As she hovered her finger over the call button, Bianca-her sister-in-law-came out of nowhere with a sinister smile.
"You've been married for three years, Alessia. When will you bless the Carter family with a child?" Bianca Carter's voice held a sharp edge. "But... uh, you are fat and ugly. My brother doesn't even fancy you, and he probably hasn't even touched you, right?"
Alessia winced at the blunt question, knowing there was truth in Bianca's words. Despite carrying the title of Mrs. Carter, she hadn't fulfilled its expectations. Even updates on her husband's whereabouts came through hearsay.
She pressed her lips together, her gaze fixed on the message on her phone.
Alessia chuckled softly.
Since their lives were so intertwined, she might as well lend fate a helping hand.
Half an hour later, Alessia had drafted a divorce agreement and made her way to the Ritz Hotel.
She barely had time to knock before the door swung open, and she was pulled inside by a pair of eager hands.
In the dim light, she met Dominic's fiery gaze.
Alessia sensed something amiss and attempted to pull away, but he held her firmly.
"Trying to escape? You encouraged grandma to have someone bring me pie-wasn't that your plan?"Dominic's voice was laden with accusation.
Alessia's heart sank as she realized his misunderstanding. Before she could explain, Dominic's lips descended upon hers.
...
Early morning.
Alessia woke up, yesterday's memories flooding back.
Thinking of Dominic's misunderstanding, she felt somewhat helpless.
She had come to discuss divorce, but now things had turned out like this.
Alessia glanced at the man still sleeping, her eyes slightly narrowed, her lips tightly pursed. His usually sharp facial features seemed softened.
Decision made, Alessia got up, put down the divorce agreement, paused, rummaged through her pockets, and finally pulled out a coin.
She pressed the coin onto the divorce agreement and added a note: "You're welcome!"
The next day.
Carter's Group, CEO's Office.
An assistant handed a document to Dominic. "Sir, this was found in the hotel suite."
A divorce agreement?
Dominic took it, his gaze darkening. He didn't believe Alessia would be willing to divorce.
Wasn't this what she wanted? Monthly allowances in the millions, quarterly luxury items, and clothes?
It was just a game of cat and mouse, and she'd probably come back in a few days.
At that moment, the assistant spoke again, "Old Madam called, saying Mrs. Carter left this morning, wearing clothes from three years ago when she first came to the Carter family. She didn't take her bank card or phone."
"..."
"I checked the bank card's transactions, and the money inside hasn't been touched."
How could this be?!
Dominic fell silent, his deep gaze changing.
Seeing Dominic's expression, the assistant plucked up the courage and handed over the note and coin. "There's also these, left by Mrs. Carter."
Leaving things for him?
It was just a pretense.
Dominic sneered, but when he saw the elegant handwriting on the note, a coldness appeared on his face.
"Alessia La Rosa!"
What did she take him for?
One cent?!
Was he only worth one cent?
"Find her! Even if you have to turn the entire city upside down, find her!" Dominic clenched the coin, his face dark.
...
Five years later.
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