Chapter 6

Victoria POV

After Michael left, I calmly finished my breakfast.

I didn't spare Emma another glance, walking straight upstairs to pack my luggage.

All the things Michael had given me, filling an entire walk-in closet, were packed one by one. I called my assistant and instructed him to send them all to an auction house.

"All proceeds are to be donated to charity in my name."

If I was going to cut ties, I would cut them completely.

"Ms. Victoria, are you planning to run away from home?"

Emma appeared behind me at some point, leaning against the doorframe, a triumphant smile on her face.

"Well, a woman who can't have children, occupying Michael's wife's position for so many years, it's about time she made way."

Her words hit me squarely in my most painful spot.

In the past, I might have been furious, lost control.

But now, I just looked at her calmly.

"Michael's wife's position? If you want it so badly, take it."

I pulled the already signed divorce papers from my bag and handed them to Emma.

"Here."

Emma's smile froze, her face a mask of shock as she stared at the document.

I looked down at her, a hint of amusement in my voice.

"You know how deep Michael's feelings are for me. Getting him to willingly sign this won't be easy."

I spoke like a queen bestowing a favor upon a petty schemer.

"I'm giving you the divorce papers. If you're capable, get him to sign it and bring it to me. If you're not, then be prepared to be an unseen mistress for the rest of your life!"

Emma's face changed colors, but ultimately, temptation won over reason.

She snatched the divorce papers, her eyes gleaming with greed and ecstasy.

Though she felt suspicious of my swift and decisive relinquishment, she believed even more strongly that I was merely bluffing.

How could a woman Michael had doted on for so many years truly be willing to let go?

Watching Emma rush away with the document, a flicker of mockery crossed my eyes.

After packing my last piece of luggage, I sat in the living room, quietly waiting for Jennifer to pick me up.

My gaze swept across the empty living room, and I suddenly realized that I hadn't seen Alex, the child, since morning.

A faint unease stirred within me.

Just then, the villa's front door was violently pushed open from outside.

Michael burst in, frantic, followed by his mother, Eleanor, her face ashen, and... Emma, weeping bitterly.

"Victoria!"

Emma came at me like a feral thing, slamming me hard toward the sharp corner of the side table.

"Where is my Alex? What did you do to him?"

The blow dazed me. My vision blurred as sharp pain shot through my elbow.

I steadied myself and stared coldly at the frantic woman. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"How dare you lie!" Emma suddenly grabbed a fruit knife from the bowl, pressing its sharp tip to my throat.

"You can't stand my child because of some divorce papers? Victoria, how can you be so evil?"