Antonio: Vengeance in Disguise

Chapter 2

"You’re only saying this just because you want to provoke me, don’t you?" Elaine sneered, rolling her eyes.

“Don’t act like some emotional little girl, throwing around divorce just because you’re jealous? It only makes you look pathetic.”

She genuinely believed Antonio would never actually divorce her. A loser like him? Who was he without her? Nothing!

Being married to her was the best thing that had ever happened to him. What more could he possibly want?

So even though she called out another man’s name in bed, so what? It wasn’t a big deal. That was normal… right?

But Antonio didn't react the way she expected. He didn’t even flinch.

He simply threw a stack of papers on the table. Papers he had spent the whole night preparing.

His expression was calm, but his eyes were dead serious.

“These are the divorce papers.”

Elaine searched Antonio’s face, expecting to see hesitation or fear. But there was nothing.

His cold, distant eyes stared back at her, void of any warmth.

Elaine frowned slightly, then let out an exaggerated laugh.

“Oh, come on. You even prepared a real paper to scare me?”

She scoffed.

“You should be grateful that I even let you be in my life for these past three years. I’m the only reason you’re now living in luxury!”

“The only reason I married you was because Harry broke up with me. Now that he’s back, you should be thanking me for not divorcing you on the spot! And you dare to threaten me?!”

Antonio chuckled, but there wasn’t a trace of humor in his voice.

“I thought you married me for love. Just like you said you did.”

“All these years, I supported you from the shadows without a single complaint. I helped secure resources for your company behind the scenes.”

“When you worked late into the night, I brought you food, massaged your tired shoulders.”

“I never cared about living in luxury. If I wanted that, I could have had it any time. What I cared about was you.”

He said, shook his head.

Elaine had never even come close to the level of wealth he possessed.

He had intended to reveal his true identity to Elaine soon, believing that as his wife, she deserved to know so he could give her the life she desired.

But of course, now, that was no longer possible.

Elaine looked at him with pure disdain, her expression twisted with mockery.

“Still talking big? All the reasons you marry me aren't just for money?!”

She snatched the divorce papers off the table and scribbled her name carelessly.

"Here you go, darling. Everything’s prepared." She pushed the papers toward Antonio with a look of triumph. “Let’s see if you’re really as dead set on divorce as you pretend to be.”

"After all, you won't get a penny if you divorce me, right?"

Her face lit up with triumph, convinced he was bluffing—that he’d back down at the last second.

But to her shock, Antonio didn’t even blink. He picked up the pen and signed his name in bold, precise strokes.

Elaine stared at him, stunned, waiting for hesitation, for regret, for anything. But he didn’t falter. Not once.

“It’s done,” Antonio said calmly as he finished signing. “We’re officially over.”

Elaine stood frozen in place, unable to process what had just happened.

She never thought he’d actually go through with it.

A strange uneasiness crept in her chest. She found herself recalling all the moments Antonio had cared for her over the past three years.

After a long second of silence, Elaine tried to salvage her pride.

She sneered—but her voice, for some reason, came out rough and trembling.

"You made a huge mistake! Don't think you can blackmail me for this divorce!"

"You’ll come crawling back, begging for another chance back to this richness! You’ll regret it!"

Antonio didn’t flinch. His gaze remained steady, piercing through her arrogance like a blade.

"I don't want a penny from you."

"And Elaine, you're the one who will regret it."

He turned around and walked away without looking back.

He had no idea that behind him, Elaine stood frozen, still trembling ever so slightly, wondering if she had just made the biggest mistake of her life.

Antonio stepped out of the house, pulled out his phone, and dialed a number.

"I’m ready to go home," he said.

Less than five minutes, a sleek, limited-edition luxury limousine pulled up in front of him.

The car door opened, and an elderly man, flanked by two suited bodyguards, stepped out.

The elderly man wore a simple black suit. But the cut and the fabric all screamed money and power in the quietest, deadliest way possible.

Even more striking was the presence he carried. Every movement radiated unshakable authority. Didn’t need to know his name to understand one thing, this man was someone people didn’t say no to.

As he approached Antonio, something unexpected happened.

A glint of emotion flickered in the man's eyes. Something softer.

And suddenly, the weight of his power dropped away. He bowed. Deeply to Antonio.

"Young Master Antonio, it’s been too long. Welcome home."

Antonio didn’t say a word. He just gave a small nod.

The suited man straightened up and reached into his inner jacket pocket.

From it, he produced a sleek, black platinum card. He offered it with both hands like it was a holy relic.

"This card contains a balance of thirty billion dollars," he said. "Your assets and accounts have been fully reinstated. The family board has been informed. You're back in control."