I’m Not His White Rose Anymore Chapter 15
The next day, Lorenzo woke up very early.
This was their last, official date. He cherished it. He was probably very eager.
A note was left on the dining table: Vivian, wait for me to come back.
The handwriting was strong and forceful, just like the man himself.
I struck a match, and the note instantly turned to ash.
It took me less than an hour to pack all my things.
It was so easy to erase myself from this house.
In my past life, I actually thought he couldn’t live without me, that the Moretti family couldn’t live without me. I gave up everything to manage their lives.
Looking back now, it was laughable.
I took my mother’s belongings, transferred buses three times, and walked for over ten miles before finally reaching my father’s grave.
I kept only one of my mother’s possessions to carry with me; the rest, I buried next to my father.
After being separated for so many years, the husband and wife were finally reunited. I wondered if they were happy.
I took out their only photograph together and bowed three times.
“Dad, Mom, your daughter is all grown up. Now, I can serve our country too. Are you proud of me?”
I think they would be very proud.
If they were still here, they would probably be like all parents, stroking my hair, their faces filled with pride, announcing to the whole world that their daughter was someone of value.
On my last day, I returned to Chicago and found the old Godfather and my mother-in-law. I handed him the divorce papers.
The old Godfather was shocked. “Vivian, you… is it because of Lina and Isabella?”
I smiled and shook my head. “Dad, I’m going with my professor to join a classified government project. Until the project is a success, there’s no leaving, unless I die.”
The old Godfather, who had seen his share of battles, his face changed color. “Vivian, you…”
I still smiled, my expression open and clear. “You only have one son, Lorenzo. I don’t want to hold him back for his entire life.”
It didn’t take much persuasion. Although the old Godfather had been good to me, what parent doesn’t want their child to be happy?
My proactive withdrawal, complete with an undeniable excuse, even softened my mother-in-law, Sofia.
With tears in her eyes, she held my hand and said, “Vivian, the Moretti family has wronged you.”
In two lifetimes, that was probably the most sincere thing she had ever said to me.
