My Mafia Husband Had Nine Mistresses, Then Said He Loved Me Chapter 12
Federico closed his eyes hard.
When he opened them again, he had recovered his calm.
He took the divorce certificate and Marriage Dissolution Agreement from the drawer, looked through them carefully, and went straight to the Civil Status Office.
After hearing his request, the civil registrar smiled apologetically.
“Mr. Cesarini wants to check which law firm handled your divorce? This… isn’t exactly in line with the rules.”
The assistant received Federico’s look and handed over a lawyer’s authorization letter.
“We’re not trying to make things difficult. It’s just that our Don Federico was unaware of this agreement. This kind of operation completely violates the party’s intent. We can file a complaint.”
The civil registrar had no choice but to compromise and bring out the documents from that day.
“Mr. Cesarini, we have our regulations too. As long as there is a party’s signature and the process is legal, we have no reason to stop it. These are the documents you want. You may take a look.”
Federico thanked him faintly and went straight to the final page.
When he saw the signature Leonardo Ricasoli, his dark eyes narrowed coldly.
He did not stay any longer and left with his assistant.
Leonardo Ricasoli?
So he was the one who helped Ludovica handle the divorce.
No wonder Ludovica escaped his eyes.
No wonder she left him so quickly.
With a clue, everything was soon investigated clearly.
More than twenty days earlier, Ludovica had tricked him into signing the divorce agreement under the
pretense of surgery documents, then used her wedding ring as payment for Leonardo to handle the divorce.
She knew no one in Rome dared take her case, so she had to go all in and find Leonardo.
As for the divorce agreement Silvia gave him, it had been forged by Silvia.
But by accident, that act had provided cover for Leonardo’s side.
Even God had helped Ludovica leave him.
Federico stared at Ludovica’s signature on the divorce agreement, pain flooding his eyes.
He tore the document into pieces and threw it into the trash, then ordered his assistant carelessly, “Find Leonardo Ricasoli’s whereabouts. Ludovica must be with him.”
If she wanted to run, he would not let her.
Ludovica was his for the rest of her life.
Federico returned to the villa.
Since Ludovica left, the once-warm villa felt empty. Even with all the servants there, it carried a lonely
silence.
Seeing Federico standing quietly, the butler could not help asking, “Don Federico, what’s wrong?”
Federico looked toward the garden not far away, his voice rough.
“On the day she burned the garden, what did Ludovica… say?”
The butler froze, then repeated Ludovica’s words from that day.
“I asked Madam why she wanted the roses dug up. She said there was no reason. She just didn’t like them
anymore.”
Federico’s hand tightened sharply at his side.
His chest hurt as if he were being carved alive.
Did not… like them anymore?
When Ludovica said she did not like them, was she talking about the roses, or him?
But he had let Silvia move into the villa only because he was angry that Ludovica was trying to divorce him
again.
He had only wanted her to soften, to stay obediently by his side.
But he had never imagined that she had already made up her mind to leave.
The butler said carefully, “Don Federico?”
Federico came back to himself and looked at the ruined garden.
“Have someone renovate the garden and plant roses again.”
Ludovica loved roses most.
As long as he found her, apologized properly, and treated her wholeheartedly, she would forgive him when she saw the garden full of roses again.
