Ten Years Later, I Woke Up as the Wife of the Mafia Heir I Once Hated Chapter 11

Ten Years Later, I Woke Up as the Wife of the Mafia Heir I Once Hated Chapter 11

After dinner, I deliberately asked Nick,

“Has your family still not come to get you?”

The smile on Nick’s face froze for a moment.

A complicated emotion flashed through his eyes.

But soon, he returned to his calm expression.

“Soon.”

I looked at him.

The doubts in my heart grew deeper.

Then, pretending nothing was wrong, I said to Alex,

“Seb.”

“Take Nick back home.”

When Alex heard that name, he remained silent for several minutes.

As if he was thinking about something.

In the end, he still agreed.

I stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Charleston estate, watching Alex’s car leave.

Suddenly, everything felt absurdly ridiculous.

Where was he taking his own son?

How could he let Nick keep calling him uncle?

Didn’t he find that ironic?

But the next second, I thought about myself.

Wasn’t I also pretending not to know anything this entire time?

After quickly packing a few things, I left the estate.

There was somewhere I needed to go.

My home.

I couldn’t contact my parents.

But their house couldn’t just disappear.

I decided to go there myself and find them.

The neighborhood I remembered had changed a lot over the years.

The streets had been expanded.

Several new private residences had been built nearby.

After searching for a long time, I finally found the place I remembered.

When I saw lights glowing from the house, the worry that had been hanging over me finally eased.

Thank goodness.

I knew it.

My parents must still be here.

I quickly walked over and knocked on the door.

But the person who opened it was a completely unfamiliar face.

Judging by their appearance, they seemed to be the new residents.

I forced myself to stay calm and gave them my parents’ names.

However, the person only looked at me in confusion.

“Are you sure you have the right place?”

“The owner of this house is the Morgan family.”

“The family you’re talking about sold this house years ago and moved away.”

I froze.

I didn’t know how I got away.

By the time I came back to my senses…

I had no idea where I was.

My parents were unreachable.

Their whereabouts were unknown.

Seb was nowhere to be found.

And me…

I had somehow married the man who had once terrified me.

I even had a child with him.

What was worse…

that child had actually helped Alex maintain this lie.

Unknowingly, I had been trapped inside a trap that had been carefully prepared long ago.

I couldn’t see a way out.

And I couldn’t return to the past.

All the emotions I had buried for so long finally broke apart.

I crouched by the roadside, staring at the passing cars as tears fell uncontrollably.

Why?

Why had the future me ended up living like this?

My phone suddenly vibrated.

The screen showed:

Alex.

But at that moment, he was the last person I wanted to face.

I hung up immediately.

But soon, the phone rang again.

Once.

Twice.

Again and again.

Alex refused to stop.

I finally lost my patience and turned off my phone.

I wandered through unfamiliar streets.

I didn’t know how long I had walked.

Then suddenly, urgent honking sounded behind me.

I stopped.

And slowly turned around.

A black sedan pulled over by the roadside.

The person who stepped out was Alex’s personal assistant.

His face was filled with unprecedented panic.

“Elena.”

“Nick is in danger.”