My Worthless Inheritance, My Sweet Revenge

My husband, Dominic, sneered in Italian, calling my inheritance "crumbs," not even enough to buy his mistress a handbag.

Then he turned to me, his voice soft with English endearments. "Honey, why not go abroad to clear your mind? I'll buy your ticket."

I smiled and accepted the one-way ticket.

Dominic had no idea I understood Italian.

He knew even less that the inheritance he scorned was a vast business empire, large enough to buy out ten of his companies.

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Elara's POV

Dominic was on a video call. Seeing me enter, he casually pulled me into his embrace.