He Used His Secret Mistress for Revenge Chapter 07

He Used His Secret Mistress for Revenge Chapter 07 The Truth Lucia Buried

Mario took out his phone and opened surveillance footage he had preserved for years.

He held the screen in front of Vito.

The recording was clear.

Years earlier, Lucia had entered Mario’s office voluntarily.

She complained that Vito had nothing, that he would never become powerful enough for her, and that a man like him did not deserve her.

Lucia was the one who demanded that their relationship end permanently.

Mario had tried to persuade her to reconsider.

When she refused, he wrote her a check for $4 million, asking only that she not reveal the truth to Vito.

Mario believed the humiliation would destroy the younger man.

Lucia accepted the money.

Then she reversed the story completely.

She claimed Mario had deliberately crushed her, threatened her, and forced her into exile.

Every ounce of blame was placed on my father.

“I kept this recording for years because I didn’t want to destroy the last good memory you had of Lucia,” Mario said. “But she twisted the truth and made my daughter suffer for three years. I have no reason to protect her anymore.”

Mario took back his phone and waved tiredly toward the door.

“Leave. I want to be alone with my daughter.”

Vito stared at the video.

His body stiffened, and a chill passed through him.

Every reason he had used to justify three years of revenge and cruelty had been built on Lucia’s lie.

He had hated the wrong person.

He had punished someone who had never harmed him.

In the end, he had personally driven away the only woman who had ever loved him sincerely.

Regret closed around him from every direction.

Vito stood in the morgue corridor, unable to produce even one excuse.

He left the hospital alone and sat inside his car while memories of me replayed endlessly.

I had remembered every one of his preferences.

Whenever he was exhausted, I stayed quietly beside him.

Even though we could meet only in secret, I had never demanded a title or public recognition.

All I had wanted was a small piece of his genuine love.

Vito had treated me as nothing more than a weapon against my father.

He had trampled my devotion whenever he pleased.

He had even turned the death of our unborn child into material for Mario’s public humiliation.

Across the ocean, I sat safely beside the floor-to-ceiling window of an apartment overlooking the sea.

Finished

The body recovered by the rescue crew belonged to an unidentified woman arranged through the black- market broker..

The DNA profile and every identifying record had been forged in advance.

The entire purpose was to convince everyone that I had died in the crash.

I had never participated in the feud between the older generation.

I should never have become the sacrifice for their conflict.

With a new identity, I took control of the overseas operations Father had established earlier.

Everything progressed smoothly.

The local partners were patient and welcoming.

Even when I struggled with their language, they waited without mocking me and actively helped with negotiations and communication.

But after Vito’s deception and cruelty, I had built an enormous wall around myself.

Whenever anyone approached me with kindness, I instinctively searched for a hidden motive.

Living in constant suspicion and vigilance eventually left me with nothing but loneliness.

Once the overseas business was stable, I began missing Father more with every day.

Mother had died early.

Father and I had depended on each other for most of my life.

My decision to fake my death must have caused him unbearable suffering.

I had no idea how he had survived the past year.

I wanted to return home.

Even seeing him from a distance and confirming that he was safe would be enough.

After making my decision, I bought a one-way ticket.

Finished

I changed my usual clothing, cut my long hair short, and altered my appearance as much as possible so no acquaintance would recognize me.