Ending a Lonely Marriage: Never Seen Again After DivorceChapter 01
"I want a divorce. Please take care of my divorce papers," Violette said to Mr. Joshua Smith, the best divorce lawyer in town, as she sat in front of him.
The man looked at Violette seriously, as if he couldn't believe that the woman in front of him was Violette Lombardi, who had declared that she wanted to divorce Hans Lombardi, a CEO and famous underground Don in the country.
They had been married for 15 years, and everyone agreed they were the perfect couple.
Every anniversary of their marriage was reported almost nationwide. However, Mrs. Lombardi now asked for divorce papers without hesitation and with an expressionless face, wanting to divorce Hans Lombardi.
"Mrs. Lombardi, for a divorce, you need reasons and supporting evidence," the lawyer explained.
"Yes, I've prepared it," Violette replied calmly as she handed over everything needed to divorce her husband.
She had collected photos and videos sent by Irene over the past five years, showing that Hans spent his time abroad—disguised as business trips—only to meet Irene. There were even photos of Hans and Irene sleeping in the same place. And finally, a photo of Hans with Irene in an apartment, while Violette herself was held captive by a murderer and stabbed in the chest.
The lawyer was silent as he watched the video showing Violette being wounded by the killer and treating her own wounds. The file would be sent to Hans once the divorce was finalized.
"Okay, I'll process your divorce," Mr. Smith said.
"Yes, please take care of it as soon as possible," Violette asked, smiling bitterly as she rubbed the still-wet stab wound on her left chest.
A week earlier, on the eve of their 15th wedding anniversary, Hans had arranged a luxurious private party at a five-star hotel, making Violette the center of attention in the whole city.
However, as in previous years, Hans was nowhere to be found. That night, he was at Irene's apartment, keeping her company as she battled a mild fever, not even answering a single phone call from his enemy, who was holding Violette hostage.