Oh No, My Mafia Husband Is About to Lose Control Chapter 05

Oh No, My Mafia Husband Is About to Lose Control Chapter 05

Leon stood up to head back to his room. He stumbled.

Before I’d even processed it, my body had already moved-I caught him.

Most of his weight was leaning against me.

His breath ghosted against my ear.

That was a weak spot.

Half of me went soft on the spot.

His hand, burning hot, settled at my waist. His thumb brushed lightly back and forth.

A small, mortifying sound slipped out before I could stop it.

I gritted my teeth. “Leon!”

He caught my hand. Buried his face in the curve of my neck. His breathing got rougher.

His voice came out low and ragged, like a hook in my chest. “Wife…”

The sound of it twisted something inside me.

But we were about to get divorced.

What was this supposed to be?

I shoved him back. Cold. “If you’re drunk, sleep it off.”

I’d just turned to leave when he caught my wrist.

The next second, I was falling into his arms.

He held on tight.

I’d never seen him this clingy.

I cursed at him to let go.

But he just buried his face against my neck. His breathing slowly evened out.

He’d fallen asleep.

Stuck where I was, I swore at him for a long time.

Eventually, I got too tired to keep my eyes open and fell asleep against him.

In a half-dreaming haze, someone was speaking near my ear.

I couldn’t quite make it out. It felt like a dream.

His voice was very soft. There was a kind of quiet hurt in it that didn’t belong on him.

“Does my body… not interest you anymore?”

I made an annoyed noise and rolled over.

But the words lodged in me like a tiny splinter. Half-conscious. Unable to shake them off.

I wanted to argue.

How could he not?

Even if he didn’t do anything-even if he just got close to me-my heart still went haywire.

But that strange jasmine smell came back to me.

And the comments. The “destined” thing between him and Elena.

Whatever I wanted to say, I swallowed it.

A long moment later, I heard a very quiet sigh.

When I woke up, Leon was already gone.

I showered, and noticed that the mosquito bites on my body had nearly disappeared.

Where I’d been bitten, there was the cool, sharp scent of medicated balm.

No question about it. Leon had put it on me.

I looked down.

The sadness I’d been pushing away finally rose up, slow and heavy.

The truth was, I hadn’t slept well at all those nights I’d been gone.

Last night, sleeping next to him, was the first peaceful night I’d had in days.

I remembered, after the first time, what Leon had said to me.

“Bella. I’ll take responsibility for you.”

To him, I was responsibility. Nothing more.

He didn’t love me.

I’d always known that.

He’d found his real love now.

The kindest thing was to part on good terms.

He’d been good to me, all these years.

There was no point making it harder for him.

But Leon suddenly got very busy.

So busy it was like the entire Moretti family would collapse without him for an hour.

So busy it was like the port, the casino, the security firm, and the capital tower had all blown up at the same

time.

So busy he didn’t even have time to talk to me.

The word “divorce” stuck in my throat. I never got the chance to say it.

After watching him hurry out the door yet again, the comments started gloating.

[Does the ex-wife still not get it?? He just doesn’t want to talk to her.]

[Out the door early, home late-because he’s glued to Elena. So sweet.]

[The ex-wife is a clown. Secondhand embarrassment.]

[She really can’t read the room and ask for the divorce herself? The poor male lead is probably trying to

figure out how to bring it up.]

I’d had it with these stupid comments.

Furious, I marched into Leon’s study.

I shoved the door open and got straight to the point. “Leon. We need to talk.”

Leon’s face went blank for a beat.

He cleared his throat and quickly looked back at his computer screen.

Pretending to be unaffected. “I know. Your closet is empty. New season bags and dresses from the major

houses will be delivered tomorrow.”

I blinked.

How did he know?

Wait. That wasn’t the point.

I frowned. “That’s not what I want to talk about.”

His tone stayed level. “Jewelry, then? The blue diamond set I won at auction last week should arrive at the

same time.”

I lost my patience.

I took a deep breath. “When are you free? Let’s go file for divorce.”

His face was nothing like I’d imagined.

According to the comments, shouldn’t he have agreed in a heartbeat?

Why did he look like that?

His usual composure cracked, slowly.

His face went pale. His body locked up.

Like he didn’t even have the strength to answer.

The study went dead silent.

After a long moment, he closed his eyes. His voice was steady. “Why?”

I froze.

I couldn’t exactly tell him I’d been seeing weird comments.

Comments that said he was going to throw me out for another woman.

If I said that, he’d put me on the next flight to a psychiatrist.

But if I said it was all in my head-too many things had really happened.

The strange perfume in the house was real.

Him avoiding me lately was real.

I stared at my own feet. My voice came out muffled. “No reason. You said before I could leave any time, didn’t you?”

After a long silence, Leon said, “Wait until I’m done with this, then we’ll talk.”

Leon really was busy.

Just not with a billion-dollar port deal.

He was busy threatening the man he thought was “stealing his wife.”