Wrong Name on the Will

In the seventh year of my marriage, I accidentally discover a document in the study. Upon flipping it open, I realize that it's a will left behind by my husband, Luca Bernadi.

The will clearly states that if Luca were to die someday in the future, all of his assets and his mafia kingdom would be inherited by a little boy named Nico Bernadi. The one next in line for the inheritance is my half-sister, Angela Fasano.

I, his legally-wedded wife, am the last one in line.

At first, I refuse to believe the legitimacy of this will. After taking it to the notary's office, I'm informed that the will is notarized and in effect.

At that moment, I feel as though my blood has turned into ice. I never expect that this marriage I once took pride in had left me with only betrayal.

In that case, I no longer need to cling to this marriage.

I could still hear the lawyer's robotic voice echoing in my ears as I walked out of the lawyer's office.

"The will is authentic and valid, Ms. Aurora Fasano."

Authentic and valid.

Those three words shattered everything I thought was the truth in my seven years of marriage.

I wandered aimlessly along the street until I stopped in front of a massive glass window of a restaurant that was very brightly lit.

I saw my family inside one of the private rooms, along with Luca Bernardi, my husband of seven years.

The waiter was holding a three-layer cake in his hands as he approached the table.

Luca was sitting at the head of the table with a little boy about four or five years of age in his lap. They looked like they'd been cast from the same mold.

The little boy grabbed a handful of cake and smeared it all over the place, laughing and giggling loudly as he wiped his grimy hands on Luca's impeccable suit.

Luca was a serious germophobe and would immediately frown if someone even accidentally bumped against him. But now, even with his tailored suit covered in a mess of frosting and icing, Luca still looked at the boy fondly while wiping off the cream stuck to the boy's nose.

I had never seen such gentleness and tenderness in his eyes before this.

"Slow down, Nico. Eat it properly," he said gently and affectionately.

Nico Bernardi was also the first name stated on the will just now.

My gaze shifted, landing on Angela Fasano next to him instead, dressed in a white frock. She was leaning slightly toward him in her seat while wiping off the icing and frosting on Nico's hands.

"Look how much Nico looks like you, Luca," she said.

"Yeah."

Luca just answered perfunctorily without looking up, as his attention was focused entirely on Nico the whole time.

Seated next to them were my dad, Valter Fasano, and my stepmother, Eva Grassi.

"Since it's Nico's birthday today, Grandpa is going to give him a