Rise of the Formidable Ex-wife (Lucia and Alex) novel Chapter 19

Chapter 19

The restaurant overlooked Munich, Glass walls framed the city lights like scattered stars. Inside, men wore tailored suits and women glittered in designer dresses. Modern furniture, polished floors, and quiet murmurs filled the air. This was the world Marco had kept from her.

Lucia sat beside Alex. Black dress, simple and elegant Hair flawless, makeup subtle. She looked like she belonged. Maybe she did.

“Relax.” Alex said quietly. “You’re doing fine.”

“I feel like an imposter.”

“Everyone here is an imposter. They just hide it better.”

The dinner was for Alex’s European partners. Business deals. Networking. Conversations about money, influence, and power. Marco had never brought her to events like this. Said she wouldn’t understand. Now she followed the threads of dialogue, answered questions, and absorbed more than she thought she could. She was learning this world. Learning fast.

A man approached. Silver hair, fifties, expensive watch.

“Alexander,” he said. Extended his hand. “Good to see you.”

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“Heinrich,” Alex replied, shaking his hand. “Let me introduce Lucia Smith. She has been working with me on several

ventures.

Heinrich turned, studied her. “Smith? Any relation to Marco Hart? I know he has a wife named Lucia.”

Lucia felt her throat tighten. She smiled, keeping her voice steady. “No relation. Different Lucia entirely.”

“Ah. My mistake,” Heinrich said, nodding before walking away.

Alex glanced at her. “You okay?”

“Yes,” she said, though inside her chest felt hollow. Saying it out loud felt right. It was a name she had chosen for herself. One that carried strength.

The evening moved forward. Courses arrived. Conversations shifted. Deals, families, successes, ambitions. She listened, learned, participated when smart. Her confidence grew with each answer.

A woman across the table, sharp–eyed, asked about investments. Market trends. Financial strategies.

Lucia answered, drawing on lessons James had drilled into her. She explained risks, returns, growth potential. The woman nodded, impressed.

“You’re good,” she said.

“Still learning.” Lucia answered.

“To continuous education,” the woman said, raising her glass. They toasted.

Lucia felt a spark settle inside her. She could do this. She could be this person. Strong, Commanding. In control.

Dinner ended near eleven. Alex drove her back to the villa.

“You were perfect tonight,” he said.

“I was terrified.”

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“Did not show.”

“Good. That was the point.”

Inside, Lena sat at the kitchen table, textbooks open.

“How was it?” she asked.

“Different. But good.”

“Dad says you are a natural”

“Your dad is honest. That is different from generous.”

Lucia climbed the stairs, changed into comfort clothes, and washed her face. Her phone glowed on the nightstand. She

should have ignored it. Slept. Rested.

But curiosity pulled her.

She opened Instagram. Her old habit. Her old life flickered back with every scroll. Margaret’s profile appeared first. Public. Open. Two hours ago, a post.

Lucia hesitated, then tapped.

The image was immediate. The dining room. Her dining room. The table set with cake, balloons, candles. Margaret at the head. Smiling. Wearing a tiara that was not her grandmother’s, a cheap party version.

Around her, the children. Ria. Lucas. Monica. Smiling. Celebrating.

The caption mocked her silently: “Best birthday ever with my favorite people. Feeling so blessed and loved.”

Lucia’s hands shook.

Her eyes caught Monica. Thirteen. A necklace around her neck. Gold chain. Delicate pendant. Her necklace. Her mother’s necklace. The one meant for Monica on her sixteenth birthday, passed down like the memory of love.

It had been in her jewelry box. Safe. Private. Now it hung around her daughter’s neck. In her house. At Margaret’s table.

The phone slipped. Clattered. Her palms pressed to her mouth. Sobs erupted anyway. Raw, jagged, choking sobs.

Her daughter. Her baby. Wearing her past. Wearing her love. And knowing nothing. Understanding nothing. Just a pretty piece of jewelry, another gift from Margaret’s hands.

Alex’s voice knocked at the door. “Lucia? Are you okay? I heard…”

She could not answer. Could not stop the sobs.

He came in. Saw her on the bed. Saw the phone glowing.

He picked it up. Saw Margaret’s smiling face, the children laughing, Monica wearing the necklace. His face went hard.

He gathered her into his arms. Let her cry. Let the tears soak his shirt. Let the shaking pass into exhaustion.

“She’s wearing my necklace,” she whispered. “My mother’s necklace. The one I was supposed to give her someday.”

“I know, Alex said.

She doesn’t even know what it is. What it means Just wearing it like it is nothing”

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“Margaret gave it to her.”

Lucia pulled back. “From my things. She is going through my things. Giving them to my children. Replacing me. Erasing

me.”

Alex nodded. “Yes.”

“They celebrated her birthday. In my house. At my table. Wearing my jewelry. Like I never existed.”

“They are confused. They are children,” Alex said.

“No. They are manipulated. And my life, my home, my memory, my love, all taken from me.”

Alex took her hands. “We are going to change that. Two months. We plan. We train. We gather proof. We find the truth. Margaret’s lies end. Your power returns.”

Lucia shook her head. “What if they don’t care? What if my children never see the truth?”

“They will. We will make them care,” Alex said.

Lucia stared at the phone. Margaret smiling. The children happy. Monica wearing her necklace.

“I should have fought harder,” she whispered. “At the party. That night. I should have screamed. Made them listen. Stopped

it.”

“They wouldn’t have listened.” Alex said. “You know that.”

“But maybe. Maybe if I were stronger, better, braver, I could have stopped it. Maybe they wouldn’t have replaced me so easily.”

Alex shook his head. “Stop blaming yourself. You loved them. You gave everything. They chose to throw it away. That is on them. Not you.

Lucia looked at him. Saw the man who had taken her in, who believed in her when no one else did.

“Why are you helping me?” she asked. “Why train me? Investigate Margaret? Care?“:

Alex was quiet. “Because what happened was wrong. Because you deserved better. Because I could not help you before. This is my way of making it right.”

“You don’t owe me.”

“I know. I choose to anyway.“.

Lucia’s chest tightened. Pain surged. But it shifted. Became fire. Determination. Fuel. She would use it. She would turn it into power.

“Two months,” she said, voice steady. “You said two months.”

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