After My Third Divorce From Godfather, I Will Never Come Back Chapter 02
Author: Rorschach
From the second day Alice landed in Sicily, Andre never called me again.
During the first two divorces, I planted at least six informants around the estate.
I was almost obsessed. I bribed his driver and slipped money to his personal bodyguards.
All just to know when he left, when he returned, who he met, and what he ate.
Those days felt like a string stretched to its limit. One more pull and it would snap.
This time, I stopped doing those foolish things.
I turned off my phone and went to my friend Sophia’s house, spending more than ten days drowning in wine and pleasure.
Sophia wrapped her arms around my neck and shouted:
“Rachel, you are finally acting like a real person!”
Yes. Finally.
With only half a month left before I left Sicily, I wore a striking red backless dress and followed Sophia to the best restaurant in Sicily.
We waited for a table on the terrace, while the sea breeze turned her curls into a complete mess.
She was telling me about her new lover’s skills in bed. I laughed so hard that the white wine in my glass spilled onto my dress.
I wiped the stain and looked up.
That was when I saw Andre walk through the revolving doors with his arm around Alice’s waist.
Andre’s eyes found me immediately, and a flash of surprise crossed his face.
“Oh? Isn’t that Rachel? How did you know Andre and I were coming here for dinner tonight?”
Alice leaned against Andre’s shoulder, her ivory gown trailing across the floor, dimples showing as she smiled.
Her words were deliberately suggestive, making it sound as if I had investigated their plans and waited here on purpose.
As expected, Andre frowned. He instinctively stepped in front of Alice, afraid I would attack her like I had before.
I saw it all, but my heart remained completely calm. I simply continued eating the sardine rolls in front of me.
Sophia had a fiery temper. She cursed under her breath, and her fingers had already reached for the table knife.
I grabbed her wrist and shook my head.
Alice’s smile froze for a moment. She probably never expected that I wouldn’t flip the table.
Her eyes shifted before she leaned weakly back into Andre’s arms.
“I’m sorry, Rachel. Andre reserved the entire restaurant tonight. He said he wanted to have dinner with only me. You may have to find another place.”
She tugged on Andre’s arm, asking him to take her side.
Andre met my eyes.
His throat moved, and hesitation flashed in his gaze.
But in the end, he only nodded at me.
“Rachel, go somewhere else. Put the bill on my account.”
Sophia’s face darkened, but I held her wrist firmly to stop her from rushing forward.
“Okay.”
I stood up and placed my wine glass on the table, the soft clink echoing.
“We’ll go somewhere else.”
Somewhere else.
Somewhere without Andre.
Before leaving Sicily, I didn’t want any unnecessary trouble.
The restaurant manager was quick to read the situation. He immediately approached Andre and Alice with a flattering smile.
“The two of you are truly a loving couple. It’s admirable.”
But Andre’s eyes never fell on the manager.
He was watching me. I could feel his burning gaze following my back.
But I never looked back. I walked away with determination and without hesitation.
Behind me, I heard Alice calling his name, but Andre never answered.
As the revolving door closed behind me, I caught a glimpse of him still standing there.
And watching me.
