My Best Friend Slept With My Mafia Husband Chapter 03

My Best Friend Slept With My Mafia Husband Chapter 03

By the time I stumbled into the hospital, a white sheet had already been pulled over my mother’s face.

I stood there numb, unable to speak properly.

“How could this happen?”

I held her cold hand.

Every breath felt like it was dragging over blades.

In my despair, instinct made me call Alarion.

The first call went unanswered.

The second was rejected.

When I called again, his phone was off.

After I was humiliated in college, he once swore he would answer my calls within one second.

Now, the cold automated voice played again and again, sealing my heart in ice inch by inch.

I finally stopped struggling.

After saying goodbye to my mother, I asked the doctor one question.

“My mother’s heart condition hasn’t flared up in years. Why would this happen so suddenly?”

The doctor shook his head with regret.

“It was very sudden. A courier came by earlier and said a few things to her. Then she had the attack.”

As if possessed, I went back to the ward.

A medical report lay discarded on the floor.

Ismeria: twelve weeks pregnant.

The father’s name was Alarion.

A mouthful of my mother’s blood stained the page.

Ismeria and I had once promised we would get pregnant together and become godmothers to each other’s children.

Now her child had become the weapon that killed my mother.

I handled my mother’s funeral in the simplest way possible, then went home and began packing my things one by one.

I contacted a lawyer and had a divorce agreement prepared.

Just then, Alarion pushed the door open and walked in.

“Virelle, what are you doing?”

His gaze swept over the messy clothes, then the dark circles beneath my eyes.

A flicker of panic crossed his face.

“Nothing. I just want to go away for a while.”

At that, Alarion seemed to relax. He crouched down in front of me.

“Two months. Give me two months, and I’ll take you around the world.”

“I’ll hand the New York business to Dante. Tomorrow the group is holding a survival party. We’ll talk properly then.”

After thinking for a long time, I still agreed.

Consider it the final period at the end of this miserable marriage and friendship.

At the party, Ismeria carried a bottle around and toasted everyone with easy confidence, her other hand gripping Alarion tightly.

It looked just like the way he and I had toasted guests at our wedding.

Mocking, contemptuous gazes fell on me.

“A near-death plane crash exposed two people who truly love each other. Who knew that couple account belonged to Don Veyne and Donna Vale?”

Yes.

That survival video had gone completely viral online, gaining millions of followers in a single day.

All of New York was sighing over Alarion and Ismeria’s love.

They called them Couple V, the perfect romantic pair.

Some even said God could not bear to let such pure love die, so the plane returned to normal.

And I, the real Donna, became the wicked witch standing between the prince and the princess.

“Don Veyne hates cameras. He really spoils her.”

“Virelle is a joke now. Without those two, she’s nothing.”

“Let’s bet how long she can endure it. Five hundred says she won’t dare make a sound.”

Hearing those words now, I only found them ironic.

The two people who had once held me in their palms had shoved me into the abyss.

Alarion did not refute a single word.

Instead, he watched Ismeria helplessly and snatched the glass from her hand.

“You’re not drinking. You’re pregnant.”

I followed his gaze and saw the blessing bracelet around Ismeria’s wrist.

When my father died, depression had nearly stripped me of the strength to live.

Alarion paid an enormous price to obtain that charm for me, his voice trembling.

“I only hope it protects you for the rest of your life. That is my greatest wish.”

Later, I could not find it anywhere.

He said it might have been lost.

So it had not been lost.

He simply had someone else he wanted to protect now.

“Virelle, I played with your man too late last night. You’re not going to get dramatic and petty again, are you?”

I dug my nails into my palm and bit through my lip to stop myself from exploding on the spot.

But in the next second, Ismeria stroked her still-flat stomach and smiled with malice.

“I almost forgot to ask. When your mother heard I was pregnant yesterday, she must have been happy, right?”