My Don Forgot Who Gave Him Everything Chapter 04

My Don Forgot Who Gave Him Everything Chapter 04

“Have you really made up your mind?” 

The man in the driver’s seat spoke. 

Julian Ferraro had sharp, composed features and steady eyes. Even sitting in a car, he carried the kind of presence that could make you feel safe without ever raising his voice. 

He was completely different from Matteo. 

Matteo’s power was like a blade. It made everyone step back. 

Julian’s power was like a net. It held you steady without ever tightening around you. 

“You know me,” I said, looking at him. “Once I decide on something, I don’t change my mind.” 

“Julian, will you help me?” 

He dipped his head with a soft laugh, his hands tightening around the steering wheel as he kept his eyes fixed ahead. 

His voice was quiet, but firm. 

“You know I’ve never refused you anything.” 

“I’ll help you.” 

The car stopped outside a private lounge. 

When I pushed the door open and stepped inside, the private 

room was already lively. 

Before I arrived, everyone had started greeting one another. 

“Elena, what took you so long? We’ve been waiting forever.” 

“Exactly. You’re the one who called this gathering, and 

somehow you’re the last one here. You owe us a drink.” 

I walked in, took my seat with ease, and accepted the teasing 

gracefully. 

These people were my leverage. 

They were my network. 

They were also the reason Matteo Rinaldi’s legitimate 

business empire had made it this far. 

In this room, there were port partners, people from media groups, law–firm partners, payment–platform executives, and several charity foundation directors I had known since college. 

Without exception, every one of them had once given Rinaldi 

Data a chance. 

Some were still working with him. 

Some had worked with him before, but still had real influence 

in the industry. 

There was only one thing that mattered. 

Matteo could not afford to offend any of them. 

Once the mood felt right, I told them why I had asked them 

here tonight. 

“Matteo and I are getting divorced.” 

The private room fell silent in an instant. 

Only the background music was still playing softly. 

It reached the line, “someone loved you for too long.” 

Nora immediately stepped forward and turned the music off. 

Someone opened his mouth. 

“How is that possible? You’ve known each other for so many 

years, and you’ve been married for seven…” 

Clearly, he had remembered the seven–year itch. 

I spoke without the slightest concern. 

“He cheated.” 

“That coffee shop girl named Lila Hart is pregnant.” 

The room exploded. 

Some people cursed. Some defended me. Some were so angry they wanted to call and cancel contracts on the spot. 

I no longer cared. 

Right now, I only wanted Matteo to go back to being who he 

would have been without me. 

It was not exactly revenge. 

I simply wanted to see what he would have become if he had 

never had my help from the beginning. 

Would he still have succeeded? 

Or would he have achieved nothing at all? 

I was looking forward to finding out. 

“Rinaldi’s previous projects only got this far because all of you helped.” 

I picked up my glass but did not drink. 

“Starting now, that help is no longer needed.” 

“Pause the port contracts. Pull the media protection. The law firms can act strictly by contract. As for the platforms, review whatever needs to be reviewed. Any convenience he received because of my name ends today.” 

Naturally, they agreed. 

After all, all those favors had been granted for my sake. 

Back then, Matteo was a junior in college. At first, he and a few 

friends had only built an analytics–based game and an online 

payment tool. 

Unexpectedly, a betting platform took interest in it. 

They were young and full of pride, and they thought the terms 

the other side offered were too harsh. So they decided to start 

their own company and build a data system that could handle both legal gambling transactions and dock settlement 

payments. 

During the first few months, Matteo poured all his attention 

into the technology. He thought that as long as the product was good, the company would move forward on its own. 

Once the system was nearly finished, problems began appearing one after another. 

To make money, they needed promotion. 

To launch, they needed platforms. 

To get into the dock payment network, they needed security 

guarantees, compliance reviews, law–firm sign–offs, media outlets willing not to distort the story, and someone to make 

the first introduction for him at the right reception. 

None of that could be solved by a handful of tech guys writing 

code. 

During that period, Matteo looked troubled every single day. 

Although he tried his best to hide it from me, I could still see 

his impatience and anxiety. 

I could not bear to watch him worry over those things, so I 

told him to focus on building the system and leave everything 

else to me. 

At first, he refused. 

He said he could handle it himself. He even comforted me and 

told me that once the company succeeded, I could wait to 

become the most envied Mrs. Rinaldi. 

I said nothing either way. 

Later, the company kept spending money without bringing any in, and he became more and more anxious. 

Until one day, he came to me on his own and said he wanted my help negotiating platform access and port onboarding. 

I agreed readily. 

The truth was, from the first time I saw him frowning over it, I had already started researching companies he could work with and reaching out to old Rossetti Family connections. 

With the social circle and network I had built over the years, 

Rinaldi Data was soon brought onto the major platforms and secured its first dock payment line. 

From then on, Matteo’s company rose all the way up. 

In the second year after graduation, which was also the first year after our wedding, he became the brightest new name in 

New York’s legitimate tech world. 

And from that point on, I handled all his public–facing 

diplomacy. 

That meant media groups, foundations, charity dinners, civic–and–business receptions, and platform executives. 

I handled all of it for him behind the scenes. 

After I helped him close his first deal, he also gave me one–sixth of the equity and voting rights. 

Now, the first thing I needed to do was sell my shares as 

quickly as possible before my friends began taking action. 

If I waited too long, they would not be worth much anymore.