"A private island in Hawaii?" Violette smiled meaningfully, but a sharp pain pierced her chest, far more agonizing than the stab wound she had received from the killer.
It was the island Hans had originally given her, but for some reason, within just a few hours, Hans had changed his gift, replacing it with another island.
Now she understood. Hans was giving the island to Irene.
"What's wrong with the island?" Irene smiled innocently.
"Nothing," Hans replied without explanation, avoiding Violette's gaze. He turned the document to the last page and signed it immediately.
Violette stared at Hans's fingers as he signed the divorce papers.
Fifteen years of marriage, the love of her life ended like this.
Violette had known Hans almost her entire life. They were set up when she was five, engaged at 10, and married at 18. They had been married for fifteen years.
However, their entire life together was nothing compared to the brief presence of Irene, who immediately stole Hans's heart and became his first love.
Irene was his brother's wife. Hans was even willing to adopt Damien, Irene's child, as the heir to the Lombardi family, while Irene went abroad to pursue her dreams after her husband's death.
"That's enough, right?" Hans said indifferently without glancing at the document. If he had paid attention, he would have seen that it was divorce papers.
"Daddy! Mommy!"
The little five-year-old ran and jumped into Hans and Irene's arms, hugging them tightly as if they were his best parents.
Violette looked at Damien with sadness in her heart. She had raised the child since he was a baby, but Damien never considered her his mother.
Ever since Damien began to remember, Hans repeatedly took him abroad to meet his biological mother, Irene, which ultimately led Damien not to consider Violette his mother.
He called Hans "Daddy" and Irene "Mommy," but to Violette, he only called her by her name.
Hans let it be. When Violette protested, he always said, "Irene went through the pain of giving birth to him, so Damien must not forget his mother."
Now she realized that Damien was just a painful reminder that her husband loved Irene.
"Daddy, Mommy! Let's go watch a movie!"
"Watch a movie? Sure, let's go before dinner." Hans rubbed Damien's head and then stood up, holding his small hand.