Requiem for the Godfather Chapter 4

But fate loves to toy with the miserable.

When I got the notice that my mother was in critical condition, I rushed out of the house like a madwoman.

But I was blocked at my own front door by a swarm of Scarlett's fans.

They had doxxed me. They found my address.

They surrounded me, righteous indignation on their faces.

I couldn't break free. My eyes were red with panic.

I tried to explain the truth.

But no one believed me.

"LOL, still daydreaming? Are you pathetic or what?"

"You were so arrogant when you slandered my Queen. Who are you crying for now?"

During the struggle, someone pushed me hard. "Shameless! Apologize right now!"

I stumbled and fell onto the concrete.

I heard someone laugh.

Fighting the stinging pain in my knees, I finally broke.

I apologized to the cameras like a puppet.

"I was being cheap. I was delusional."

"I'm sorry to Scarlett. It was all my fault."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

The righteous fans looked like they had won a war. They laughed and let me go.

"See? Should have done that sooner."

But by the time I rushed to the hospital, it was too late.

For a moment, I thought I was having a long nightmare.

I thought I would wake up as the little girl sleeping in my mother's arms.

Before I met Julian. Before I was trampled into the dirt.

But reality dealt the fatal blow.

I chose the wrong man, and I didn't even get to see my mother one last time.

I knelt by the empty bed and cried helplessly for hours.

The nurse who had been caring for her told me her last words.

"The old lady kept calling your name at the end."

"She said, no matter why you couldn't make it, she doesn't blame you."

"She just hopes you can live a good life with your husband."

I held my mother's cold hand, sitting on the floor in a daze, silent for a long time.

I don't remember much of what followed.

Going back to our hometown. The cremation. The funeral.

Finally, sitting in the memorial hall, I made one last call to Julian.

At the very least, he should come to see the woman who cared about him until her dying breath.

When the call connected, I realized my voice was hoarse and broken.

I said, "Mom passed away."

But the voice that answered was Scarlett’s bubbly laughter.

"Oh, congrats to you."

"But Julian doesn't have time for you right now. He's with me at my prenatal checkup."

"Who is it?" Julian's voice echoed in the background.

I hung up the phone numbly.

I sat in the memorial hall all night without sleeping.

Then, I calmly returned to the city.

I bought a plane ticket. I liquidated my assets.

And I agreed to divorce Julian.

Let the past go with the wind.

Before boarding the plane, I sat in the airport lounge.

And I started my final revenge.

I was never someone who willingly accepted bullying.

I sent a collection of confidential information about the Moretti Family businesses to their rival family.

Once I confirmed the payment had hit my account, I felt at peace.

The internet was still flooded with hate comments about me.

I clicked a random topic and saw my photos photoshopped into ugly memes.

Scarlett's "victim" statement from days ago was still pinned to her profile.

It was from the day I was forced to clarify the marriage certificate.

Scarlett: God is watching. Throw all the dirty water you want. I’ve never been afraid of anyone in my life!

The comments below were full of sympathy.

"It’s bad luck for the Queen and her man to be associated with such trash. Stay strong, Queen."

"This is a real alpha female. Those women who use dirty tricks to ruin reputations don't deserve to be called women!"

"The Queen is too kind for not suing her."

I curled my lips into a mocking smile.