Oh No, My Mafia Husband Is About to Lose Control Chapter 10

Oh No, My Mafia Husband Is About to Lose Control Chapter 10

(Third-Person)

Leon Moretti’s marriage to Bella Carlisle was a matter of timing, opportunity, and need.

He’d believed, his entire life, that he didn’t need love.

He’d been born into the Moretti family.

The words he’d heard most growing up: stay calm, stay controlled, never show a weakness.

His father had told him feelings were soft spots an enemy could exploit.

His advisors had told him the boss couldn’t show too obvious a favorite.

So Leon got used to standing alone, at the top.

Until the day someone else moved into that empty estate.

At first, he wasn’t used to it.

Bella’s skirts were too short.

Her voice was too sweet.

She was too much.

For a long time, every time he was in a room with her, he didn’t know where to put his eyes.

He could only avoid her as much as possible. Try to find his way back to that old, cold version of himself.

He didn’t understand the strange heat that flickered up in him every now and then.

But he had a vague sense that it was her fault.

Maybe he just felt he owed her something.

He couldn’t figure it out.

So he turned to the internet.

The comments section nearly made him lose faith in humanity.

What kind of nonsense was this?

The world really had gone to hell.

But that night, he had a dream so heated he didn’t dare think about it the next day.

The day after, he was even less able to look her in the eye.

If she ever found out a strange man had thought of her like that in his sleep, she’d probably be revolted.

Until she said, “Don’t be so polite with me. You’re my husband.”

Leon froze.

Right.

They were legally married.

He looked down at the cup of tea and thought, suddenly:

She’s my wife.

Why not?

After that, Leon started looking forward to coming home from work.

Because his ridiculously cute wife would launch herself at him the second he walked in.

Like a portable charger.

That was the thought that landed in his head.

Why else would all the day’s exhaustion drain out of him the second he had her in his arms?

Eventually, he started to realize something.

It seemed like Bella had married him for his face.

She didn’t love him.

He looked at her, exhausted and dead asleep beside him, and lost sleep for the first time in a long time.

Then her hand reached over.

Half-asleep, she mumbled, “Husband. You’re so handsome.”

His heart, abruptly, settled.

He thought:

Then I just have to stay handsome.

The husband Bella spoke of was him.

She would only ever be his wife.

That was enough.

Until one day, Bella pushed him away.

And then started inventing every excuse not to be near him.

In front of her, he could just barely keep it together.

The second his back was turned, the rage and restless misery in his chest threatened to break loose.

There had to be another man. There had to be someone who’d gotten to her.

Leon lied.

He hadn’t been “out on business” at all.

He’d been following her, trying to find the man stupid enough to come for his wife.

He found him.

At that cheap, open-air barbecue place.

Bella was a mosquito magnet. Her skin was delicate. The bites left her miserable.

If a man didn’t know that much about her, he had no business standing next to her.

Leon stared at the two of them, talking and laughing.

His knuckles slowly went white on the steering wheel.

The jealousy in his chest was almost unbearable.

He wanted to throw himself out of the car and ruin the whole scene.

He held on to his reason instead.

If he tore everything open now, the marriage might never recover.

The thought of Bella leaving him made it nearly impossible to breathe.

He decided he’d hold on to her at any cost.

Even if he had to leave that man alone.

As long as she stayed by his side, that was enough.

When he finally found out it had all been a misunderstanding, Leon understood, for the first time, what

people meant when they said “spared, against all odds.”

Bella said she loved him too.

In that moment, he was the happiest man alive.

So happy he almost wanted to tell the entire world.

So once Bella was asleep, he picked up his phone and posted.

[My wife loves me very much. Please be advised.]

Comments:

[…Brother. Maybe go check on her at home.]

[Still living in the dream? Didn’t your wife already find someone else? Wake up.]

[No notes. Live your life.]

Leon replied:

[She didn’t have anyone else. I was the paranoid one. But she didn’t blame me. How could there be a person this good in the world?]

He turned his phone off.

Happiness wasn’t transferable.

He lay back down and watched her sleep.

He couldn’t get enough of looking at her.

Greedily, he thought:

One lifetime as her husband isn’t enough.

Every lifetime after this. They had to be together too.

The End.