"A private island in Hawaii?" Violette smiled meaningfully, but a sharp pain pierced her chest, far more agonizing than the stab wound she had received from the killer.
It was the island Hans had originally given her, but for some reason, within just a few hours, Hans had changed his gift, replacing it with another island.
Now she understood. Hans was giving the island to Irene.
"What's wrong with the island?" Irene smiled innocently.
"Nothing," Hans replied without explanation, avoiding Violette's gaze. He turned the document to the last page and signed it immediately.
Violette stared at Hans's fingers as he signed the divorce papers.
Fifteen years of marriage, the love of her life ended like this.
Violette had known Hans almost her entire life. They were set up when she was five, engaged at 10, and married at 18. They had been married for fifteen years.
However, their entire life together was nothing compared to the brief presence of Irene, who immediately stole Hans's heart and became his first love.