He Thought I Was Finally Learning. I Was Already Leaving.

Summary

When Adriano Morelli realized I hadn’t submitted a single household request in three days, he called me himself for the first time in months.

“Serafina,” he said, his voice smooth and patient, “the clinic has been cleared. Your file is back on priority. See? When you stop making things difficult and learn how this family works, I make sure you’re taken care of.”

He always sounded the gentlest when he was reminding me who held the power.

What he didn’t know was that by the time his name lit up my screen, the divorce papers were already drafted.