Chapter 4

I turned to Damien, demanding he speak.

Damien looked at me, then at Isabelle, then pulled me aside.

Even the rowdy guys quieted down, eager to watch the unfolding drama.

"Seraphina, let me explain. I love you!"

"Isabelle's appearance truly is the best template in my eyes, that's why I made you seventy percent similar."

"If you don't like it, next month, I'll personally adjust it for you again!"

I hadn't even asked about the face, and Damien had confessed everything.

But in front of Isabelle, he had said he would personally destroy my face.

In my eyes, both of them were as good as dead now.

I took a deep breath and returned to the main point.

"Give me back my child."

Damien looked at Leo, then at me.

"But Leo only recognizes her now. It wouldn't be good to just take him away, would it?"

Isabelle's eyes welled up with tears the moment she heard me.

"I just really like Leo, is that not allowed?"

"Leo, don't you like me as your mommy?"

Leo said "I like you" and nodded vigorously.

I took a deep breath, "Leo, come here, I'm your mother."

Damien abruptly grabbed my arm.

The liposuction scar on my body throbbed faintly.

"Seraphina, you weren't like this before. Why are you being so unreasonable now?"

"I'll let Leo go home later; he's just with Isabelle temporarily."

"Is that not allowed?"

The joy on Leo's face vanished, and he looked at my outstretched hand with resistance.

"You're the fake mommy. Your face is fake, you're not my mommy, you can't trick me."

I could tolerate Damien's betrayal.

But facing the rejection and suspicion from the son I carried for ten months and gave birth to, my emotions instantly spiraled out of control.

My hand clenched the miniature knife in my pocket. I kept telling myself to stay calm.

Damien's buddy, Alex, spoke up at this moment.

"Damien was just using her as a stand-in anyway. Now the real one is back, and she's loaded with cash. If I were her, I'd take the money and clear out early."

I shot him a cold glare, and he immediately quieted down, scared.

Damien also walked over to Isabelle to comfort her.

"If you like Leo, I can perform surgery on him later, to make him look even more like you…"

I scoffed coldly, then kicked over the champagne bottles. A matchstick flew into the alcohol, igniting a brilliant burst of flames.

Everyone present shrieked in terror.

I tutted, regretting that Damien hadn't seen his storage room burn.

That fire had been far more spectacular.

Leo clapped his hands by my side.

"Pretty! Pretty!"

I curved my lips into a smile, pulled him to my side.

Then I dug out my mother's ashes necklace from Isabelle's bag and put it back around my neck.

"If it's pretty, then you can stay with Mommy and watch it every day!"

Damien pulled his buddies to help put out the fire. By the time they finished, they were covered in dust, filthy.

I watched them, laughing to myself.

Damien glared at me, but when he saw the necklace around my neck, he looked a little guilty.

"Today is Isabelle's welcome back party. If you want to stay with Leo, you can!"

"But why would you do this?!"

Damien had forgotten. Today was actually our wedding anniversary, a day that should have been spent with our family.

But they were celebrating with another woman behind my back.

"Isn't a little fireworks display enough of a celebration?"

My expression was innocent as I took Leo and left.

Back home, I burned all the cars in Damien Thorne's garage.

The flames soared into the sky in the suburbs, making Leo very happy, and a hidden sense of exhilaration flickered in my eyes.

To completely sever ties with Damien Thorne, I hired a lawyer to handle the divorce and property settlement.

After some investigation, the lawyer asked me, looking puzzled.

"Are you sure you haven't made a mistake? The person he married is someone else."

"The woman's name is Isabelle Dubois, not Seraphina, right?" After saying that, the lawyer looked at me, seemingly doubting my sanity.

How could someone even get their own marital status wrong?

I pulled out the red marriage certificate from my bag, intending to prove myself, but then I froze.

It didn't have a steel stamp, and I had never noticed it.

I took a deep breath.

"Never mind, then. I'll just burn everything, I don't want a single penny."