Shattered Vows: Call Me Auntie Now novel Chapter 178

Dante had been clinging to a tiny shred of hope, but now, the brutal truth was staring him right in the face.

He stared at the photos of the internal office stubs Silas had sent him.

Every single picture was ironclad proof, leaving him absolutely nowhere to hide.

The blood in his veins ran completely cold before violently igniting into a raging inferno.

The fury threatened to completely consume him alive!

His mother had secretly leveraged all her connections to manipulate the process, locking down the system to ensure his men couldn't track the paperwork.

And behind his back, she had completely bypassed him, authorizing the proxy retrieval of his very own divorce certificate!

Then, Dante suddenly remembered—

The document he had seen in his mother's study at the main estate.

He could now say with absolute certainty that it was never an approval file for a private school. It was... his divorce certificate.

And the second copy had most likely already been delivered to Quinn.

In other words, the two most important women in his life had conspired to blindside him entirely!

Without a single word of his consent, they had quietly handed a death sentence to his marriage, denying him even a sliver of a chance to fix things!

Great. They had played him perfectly!

This man, who had mastered the art of suppressing his emotions for years, was now taking furious, ragged breaths, his chest heaving with every scorching exhale.

A dull ache throbbed violently in his chest. Dante grabbed his car keys and bolted straight for the corporate garage.

His black Maybach tore through the twilight like a rabid beast bursting from the dark, speeding aggressively into the Hayes family estate.

When Dante pushed his door open, the crushing aura radiating from him was utterly terrifying.

His leather shoes clicked heavily across the marble floor, the frigid footsteps echoing ominously through the cavernous foyer.

Mrs. Hayes was sitting on the sofa, unhurriedly sipping her tea.

She glanced up and saw her son barging in, his face contorted in vicious, unbridled fury, sending a sudden wave of panic surging through her core.

She clutched her teacup tightly, forcing her face into an expression of calm.

"Dante, what brings you back so suddenly? You look awful."

She purposely softened her tone, carefully analyzing every micro-expression on his face.

"Did something bad happen at work?"

Dante pursed his thin lips, a catastrophic storm brewing in his dark eyes.

He waved a hand at the two subordinates trailing him. "Go up to her study. If you can't open the door, tear it off the hinges."

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