My Worthless Inheritance, My Sweet Revenge

Synopsis

My husband, Dominic, sneered in Italian, calling my inheritance "crumbs," not even enough to buy his mistress a handbag. Then he turned to me, his voice soft with English endearments. "Honey, why not go abroad to clear your mind? I'll buy your ticket." I smiled and accepted the one-way ticket. Dominic had no idea I understood Italian. He knew even less that the inheritance he scorned was a vast business empire, large enough to buy out ten of his companies. Elara's POV Dominic was on a video call. Seeing me enter, he casually pulled me into his embrace. The man on the screen chuckled, his Italian fluent and relaxed. "Dominic, you're not worried your wife will overhear us discussing your little secretary while she's right there in your arms?" Dominic carelessly kissed my earlobe, replying in Italian, "Why would I be? She doesn't understand a word. The farthest she's ever traveled is an all-inclusive resort. She can't read Italian. She can barely make sense of a French menu." I leaned