I remembered that detail.

In this betrayal, no one was innocent.

The yacht was covered in red rose petals.

I had always hated roses, as they reminded me of the Lucas family cemetery. Beside every family member’s tombstone, a bundle of red roses was planted.

Theo knew this. However, Isabella liked them, so he chose roses anyway.

“Sophie, do you remember?”

He held me at the bow of the yacht. “Three years ago, Don Lucas handed you to me right here and said I was the luckiest man in the world.”

The sea breeze brushed against my face, and I closed my eyes.

Of course, I remembered.

That day, Father had said to Theo and me, “Sophie is my most beloved daughter. She chose you, and I choose to respect her. But that doesn’t mean I approve of you.”

Father turned his back on us.

“From today onward, Sophie Lucas is no longer my daughter. And you will never enjoy the honor that comes with her identity.”

Don Lucas’ voice had trembled slightly. “Publicly, I will say my youngest daughter has gone missing. Go. I don’t want to see either of you again.”

Back then, Theo had kneeled reverently before Don Lucas and sworn, “I swear on my honor, my entire life, that I will love her and respect her forever. I will never hurt her or betray her!”

For that oath, I kneeled outside Father’s study for an entire night. Only then did he agree to promote Theo.

Now, Theo stood in the custom suit I paid for, wearing the gold insignia badge symbolizing the boss’ authority. Yet he held a maid in his arms and lit fireworks for her at my birthday celebration.

“One! Two! Three!” Isabella counted excitedly, and the night sky exploded with waves of golden sparks.

Every firework bloomed into bright words: To Bella, my goddess.

I stood on the deck watching the spectacle coldly.

Theo wrapped his arm around Isabella’s waist and kissed the top of her head. They looked just like newlyweds.

Since they thought I was blind, they didn’t even bother pretending in front of me.

“Sophie, I need to take care of something for work,” Theo finally remembered me. “Be good and stay here to watch the fireworks. I’ll be right back.”

He kissed my forehead, then hurried off the yacht with Isabella.

I took off my sunglasses and pulled a miniature camera from my bag.

It was the birthday gift Silas gave me three years ago. He had taught me that while eyes could lie, the lens never does.

I recorded the direction they left, the layout of the cabin, and even took note of the name of the yacht.

The Bella—Theo had actually named the yacht after her.

Half an hour later, I said I wasn’t feeling well and asked the driver to take me back to the manor, back to the house filled with the stench of betrayal.

I went straight into the study and opened the safe that Theo never allowed me to touch.

The password was my birthday. Ironically, he had never thought to change it.

Inside, aside from the family ledgers, was a USB drive.

It contained all of Isabella’s information, including the report documenting her expulsion from the family a year ago, and the record of her forging a new identity to get close to Theo as a maid.

Theo had known who she was from the very beginning.

He knew everything.

I calmly copied all the files, then made a call. “Silas, I’m ready.”

Silas’ steady voice sounded on the other end. “Principessa, your room is prepared. Don Lucas says, ‘Welcome home.’”

I hung up and began clearing every trace of myself from this house.

I burned it all with my own hands.

Clothes, jewelry, and photos, even the wedding portrait hanging on the wall.

In Theo’s garden, I used the lighter he once gifted me to light the fire and watched our three years together turn into ash.

In the glow of the flames, I heard the sound of an engine.

Theo’s car sped back into the manor, practically ramming the gates open. When he saw me standing in the garden, he finally let out a breath of relief.

“Sophie!” He rushed over and pulled me into his arms. “Why did you come back alone? I couldn’t find you anywhere on the yacht. I almost turned all of Sicily upside down!”

I smelled the thick scent of lovemaking clinging to him. Swallowing the wave of nausea, I said calmly, “You were gone so long. I got scared, so I asked the driver to bring me home.”

His eyes reddened with guilt. He held me tightly, refusing to let go. “I’m sorry. It’s my fault. For the next two days, I won’t go anywhere. I’ll stay home with you.”

However, the next morning, he received a call from Isabella.

From the second-floor balcony, I watched him speak into the phone with gentle coaxing. “Don’t cry, I’m coming over right now. What do you want? A limited-edition bag? Jewelry? I’ll buy you whatever you want!”

He hung up and looked up, only to meet my empty gaze. At once, he switched to a guilty expression. “Sophie, there’s an urgent issue at the docks I have to handle. Be good and stay home. I’ll be right back.”

I nodded and handed him the documents I had prepared.

“Sign this for me before you go. I can’t see, so I can’t sign. Just your name will do.”

He was always so meticulous that even in front of a blind woman, he kept up every part of his act. His expression was perfectly convincing.

But because his beloved was hurt, he didn’t bother checking what the document was and signed his name on the last page.

He was too anxious to run to Isabella, who had supposedly fallen and hurt herself.

“What is this? Insurance?” he asked casually, putting the pen back into my hand.

“Something like that,” I said with a smile. “Something that guarantees my future.”

He hurried off, his black sedan kicking up a cloud of dust.

I stood at the doorway, removed my sunglasses, and watched his car fade into the Sicilian morning fog.

“Theo Moretti,” I whispered, “the game is over.”

I returned to the study and pulled out the suitcase I had hidden in the curtains.

I decided to take only three things with me:

A signed divorce agreement, a USB drive filled with evidence of Theo and Isabella’s affair, and a silver-plated dagger. It was the symbol of a senior family member, a gift Father gave me when I turned eighteen.

While the house was empty, I made a copy of the divorce papers and duplicated the USB drive.

I took one final look around this home, placing the copy of the divorce papers and the USB drive prominently on the coffee table.

Then I put on my sunglasses and walked out of the manor without looking back.

Outside, a black sedan was waiting.

The driver opened the door. Silas stood beside it and extended his hand.

“Welcome home, my principessa.”

At the hospital, Theo arrived to find Isabella lying in the VIP ward, her face carefully done up to look pitifully fragile.

“Theo, I thought you didn’t want me anymore…”

She cried helplessly. “The doctor says I need rest, but I’m so scared to be alone.”

Theo pressed a loving kiss to her forehead. “Silly girl, how could I not want you? Whatever you want, I’ll give you.”

He stayed with her for an hour, talking until Isabella drifted to sleep contentedly.

Only then did he remember to call me, all alone at home, to explain.

The phone rang long enough for him to think no one would answer.

Then a robotic voice said, “The number you have dialed is turned off.”

He frowned, unease rising in his chest.

I never turned off my phone. I was always afraid Theo might need me and wouldn’t be able to reach me.

He immediately called the manor’s landline. The butler answered, “Madam? She left the manor this morning with a suitcase.”

“What?” Theo’s voice shifted sharply. “Where did she go?”

“We don’t know, but…” The butler hesitated. “She left her wedding ring in your study. And it looks like there are some documents.”

Theo’s heart clenched violently.

He rushed out of the ward and sped back to the manor.

The moment he entered the living room, he saw the documents on the coffee table.

The words “divorce agreement” stabbed straight into his eyes.