He Chose Her, So I Chose to Disappear Forever Chapter 07

He Chose Her, So I Chose to Disappear Forever Chapter 07

This time, I didn’t answer.

I wasn’t going to wait for him anymore.

After Luca left, I went into the study, opened my laptop, and began executing the plan I had spent months preparing.

I logged into an encrypted account and transferred the bulk of my premarital assets to an offshore account only I could access. The rest I funneled into an anonymous charitable trust I had established with an independent financial advisor.

Once the transfers were confirmed, the money the Moretti family could see no longer belonged to me. The only thing they could freeze was a name that was about to disappear.

Next, I sent a message to the private investigator I’d hired months ago.

[Final stage. Proceed as planned.]

He would document everything Luca and Bianca did in Iceland. On the day of the wedding, he would feed the edited footage directly into the venue’s closed-circuit playback system.

This wedding wasn’t just a party.

The heads of the Moretti family, their business partners, and their allies would all be there. They were coming to witness Luca acknowledge his wife—and to judge whether their future leader could keep his own word.

Luca could lie to me.

But he couldn’t order a room full of powerful men to pretend they hadn’t seen a thing.

Then, under my new identity, I finalized the rental of a sailboat for the day of the wedding.

In the waters off Seattle, an empty boat, a ring, and a phone left behind would be enough. People would assume I had fallen overboard. The Coast Guard would search. The Moretti family would launch their own search, with their own boats and their own men.

As long as no one found a body, Luca would believe I was dead.

If he thought I was alive, he would lock down every airport, port, and highway. He would drag me back from whatever city I fled to. His love and his control had always worn the same face.

Only death would make him stop looking.

Five years with him had drained me of everything.

For the rest of my life, I only wanted one thing: to never see him again.