The next day, their flight was scheduled for five in the afternoon.
Before leaving, Violette went into her old room and placed the divorce papers, the miscarriage report, and all the intimate photos and videos that Irene had sent her into Hans's safe in the wardrobe.
While they were waiting at the airport, Hans's phone rang, and Violette saw Irene's name appear on the screen. Hans stepped away to answer the call and then returned.
"Honey, I'm sorry... it looks like I can't accompany you to the Renault family. The Lombardi family elders have suddenly called an emergency meeting, and I have to be there immediately." He looked at Violette with a guilty and regretful expression.
"It's okay. I already told you I can go by myself." Violette smiled calmly. She knew it was a lie because Irene had told her that her mother-in-law was hosting a Lombardi family dinner to acknowledge Damien as Hans's son and the child in Irene's womb.
"All right, call me when you arrive in France. I'll follow you later. The guards will escort you safely."
Hans was about to kiss Violette on the forehead, but she turned her face away with a look of disgust.
Hans froze for a moment, his brow furrowed, then turned and walked away hurriedly. Several guards followed behind him. The others remained at Violette's side.
Violette crossed her legs gracefully and glanced at the guards. "You don't need to escort me. People from the Renault family will pick me up."
They looked at each other hesitantly, then obeyed her, leaving Violette alone in the waiting room.
A few moments later, Violette received a message notification from Irene.
[You said he would accompany you home? And now? He abandoned you just because of one phone call from me.]
[Hotel Eclipse. Come, I will prove to you that Damien is Hans's biological son and that the entire Lombardi family will acknowledge me.]
Irene thought she had won, unaware that she had perfectly matched Violette's desires. Only when Hans was not by her side could she truly disappear.
Violette stared at her phone screen for a while, then calmly closed it and stood up.
She looked around one last time. A smile spread across her face; for the first time, she felt a strange sense of freedom.
Violette tore up the plane ticket Hans had given her.
"Goodbye, Hans Lombardi. We won't meet again.."
She turned and walked away without looking back.