They Came For My Will, Not Knowing Everything Was Mine Chapter 02

They Came For My Will, Not Knowing Everything Was Mine Chapter 02

I spent one night at Mount Sinai Hospital. 

Two days later, I went back to the Russo estate in Oyster Bay 

to get my passport, birth certificate, and divorce papers. 

The second I walked in, I saw staff hauling my things out of the house. 

My clothes, books, and jewelry had been shoved into 

cardboard boxes and stacked in the hallway. The wedding 

photo on the wall had been taken down and replaced with a 

portrait of Bianca standing in a field of flowers. 

She was wearing my silk robe. She came out of the master bedroom. 

When she saw me, her hand flew to her collar. “Don’t get the 

wrong idea. I’ve been having nightmares ever since the 

cemetery. Lorenzo was worried, so he told me to stay here for a few days.” 

She was explaining herself, but she was wearing the matching 

slippers Lorenzo and I used to share. 

Inside the master bedroom, my pillow and toiletries were 

gone. A framed photo of Bianca sat on the nightstand. Half 

the closet had been cleared out and filled with her clothes, 

Once, I’d gone to Chicago for a week on business, and Lorenzo 

had the staff clean my room every single day, No one was 

allowed to touch my things. He’d said that no matter how 

long I was gone, this room would always belong to us. 

Now, two days later, he’d moved Bianca in. 

I went into the walk–in closet and pulled out my suitcase. 

Bianca followed me. “Lorenzo just told me to stay 

temporarily. Please don’t fight with him because of me.” 

ignored her and packed my documents, contracts, and 

family signet ring. 

She saw I wasn’t responding, so she pressed her hand down 

on my suitcase. “You can’t take this brooch.” 

She pulled a sapphire brooch out of the case. Lorenzo had 

pinned it to my dress himself on our wedding day. 

Bianca fastened it to her own chest and adjusted it in the 

mirror. “Lorenzo said this shade of blue suits me better.” 

I slapped her. 

The sound echoed through the closet. 

Bianca froze, her hand on her cheek. 

I unpinned the brooch, wiped it down three times with an 

antibacterial wipe, and threw it in the trash, 

‘I don’t wear things other people have touched. It’s dirty.” 

Bianca’s eyes filled with resentment. She lunged at me and 

tried to grab my suitcase. In the struggle, she suddenly let go 

and threw herself backward into the wardrobe. Her forehead flushed red. 

Lorenzo walked into the bedroom. 

Bianca saw him. Tears spilled down her face immediately. 

“Don’t blame her, Lorenzo. She just can’t accept that I’m living here.” 

Lorenzo rushed over and steadied her. Once he’d confirmed 

she wasn’t seriously hurt, he turned to me. “She’s only staying 

temporarily. Did you have to hit her?” 

“Who said I care that she’s living here?” 

I closed my suitcase. “I was just teaching her to ask before she 

takes other people’s things.” 

Lorenzo saw the brooch in the trash. His expression 

hardened. “If Bianca likes it, what’s the harm in giving it to 

her? How many things have you given her over the years?” 

So he knew. He knew I’d been giving things up all along. He 

just thought I should keep doing it forever. 

pushed my suitcase aside and took down the last photo of 

us still hanging on the wall. 

Lorenzo frowned. “What are you doing?” 

opened the frame, pulled out the photo, and tore it in half in front of him. 

My half went into the suitcase. His half went into the trash, 

on top of the sapphire brooch. 

“I’m making room for her. Generous enough for you?” 

Lorenzo froze. 

Bianca grabbed his hand and leaned into him. “She’s still 

upset. Don’t hold it against her.” 

Lorenzo didn’t push her away. He just stared at me, his voice 

cold and hard. “If you can’t stand having Bianca here, then 

move out for now. Once she’s feeling better, I’ll have someone bring you back.” 

I nodded. “Fine.” 

I pulled out my phone and called the moving company I’d 

stationed outside the estate. 

A dozen workers filed in. The antique pieces in the living 

foom, the wine cellar collection, the items in the study, even 

Lorenzo’s favorite custom walnut desk–everything was tagged and loaded. 

Lorenzo’s face finally changed. “Who gave you permission to touch those?” 

The receipts and purchase records are all in my name.” I 

handed him the list. “If I’m moving out, I’m taking everything that’s mine.” 

In less than half an hour, the grand Russo estate was gutted. 

Bianca watched them carry out the Steinway piano. She 

couldn’t help herself. “Do you really have to be this ruthless?” 

I stopped. “You wanted to move in, didn’t you? It’s empty 

now. You’ll have plenty of room to redecorate.” 

As I reached the door, Lorenzo called out. “Matilde. Walk out 

today, and don’t expect me to come get you. I already gave 

you a way out. Don’t push your luck.“. 

I turned around. 

His face looked exactly the same as it had three years ago 

when he proposed. Back then, he’d held my hand and 

promised he’d never let me leave this house. 

Now he was letting another woman live in our bedroom. 

But all I felt was cold and clear. 

“I’m the one who doesn’t want you.”