I pushed Isabella away without leaving a trace.
There was no expression on his face.
"You don't have to rob."
"Because Mrs. Anderson's position was originally yours."
Seven years ago.
Drunk Alexander fell into my arms and called out Isabella's name.
Only then did I understand.
The reason why Alexander, the heir of the Wealthy Anderson Family, is willing to marry me.
Just because I look a bit like my cousin.
In the year when they were most in love, Isabella resolutely gave up everything and went abroad.
She became an outlier in the family, but also became Alexander's first love.
Alexander could not resent his parents for bringing him power and wealth.
Nor can we blame Isabella for pursuing freedom and a better future.
So, he vented all his resentment on me.
Being of noble birth, he disdained quarrels.
Only respond to this marriage with endless indifference and criticism.
I have cried in the middle of the night countless times and fallen into self-doubt countless times.
But when I really made up my mind to divorce, I found out I was pregnant.
The doctor said they were twins, a boy and a girl.
If the fetus is overdeveloped, forced abortion may lead to lifelong infertility.
My parents and relatives came one after another to persuade me.
They said that people with Alexander's family background.
He doesn't gamble, visit prostitutes, or cheat on his wife, and he is already a good man among thousands.
They said that this marriage was hard-won and it taught me to consider the overall situation.
My parents-in-law also said that as long as I gave birth to a child, The Rossi Family would be able to have no worries about food and clothing for generations.
Everyone advised me to be patient.
For the children, for The Rossi Family, for mom and dad.
This patience lasted for seven years.
For seven years, my two children have been my only support.
But now, they all stood on Isabella's side.
It seems that all my persistence is meaningless.
Since this is the case, it is better to let go calmly and fulfill each other.
I took out the divorce agreement that I had hidden under the closet for seven years and handed it to Alexander.
"Sign it. LeoSophia will be yours."
"It's up to you who you want to be their mother."
Alexander stared at me for a long time, with the corners of his mouth moving unnaturally.
This is his angry expression.
Sure enough, the next second.
He tore up the divorce agreement in his hand.