Ten Years Later, I Woke Up as the Wife of the Mafia Heir I Once Hated Chapter 15

Ten Years Later, I Woke Up as the Wife of the Mafia Heir I Once Hated Chapter 15

I tried everything.

I threatened him.

I used him.

I even tried to use my feelings as a bargain for his help.

In the end, I had practically begged him.

And Alex…

he really did save me.

He helped me collect evidence of Seb’s illegal dealings within the family.

He handled everything legally.

And he helped me completely break free from Seb.

The day my divorce was finalized was also my twenty-fifth birthday.

I thought I was finally free.

But fate played another cruel joke on me.

I discovered I was pregnant.

The child was Seb’s.

In that moment, I completely broke down.

I had thought about ending my life.

I had thought about running away.

I had even considered taking medication to end the pregnancy.

And I had thought about jumping from somewhere high just to escape everything.

Until Alex found me.

He found me curled up and broken in the corner of the bathroom.

Then he lifted my trembling body and held me.

That was the first time I heard the cold and powerful heir of the Charleston family speak to me in such a

gentle voice.

“Elena.”

“The child is innocent.”

“So are you.”

I hated Seb.

I hated that child.

But more than anything…

I hated myself.

I hated myself for being so foolish.

For believing those lies.

Soon after, my mental state began to deteriorate.

Sometimes I was clear-headed.

Sometimes I was completely lost.

When I was lucid, I looked at Nick and released all the pain and hatred I couldn’t control.

Because he carried Seb’s blood.

Because he reminded me of that failed marriage.

But when I was confused, my mind was protecting me.

I forgot the past.

I subconsciously believed Nick was only a child temporarily cared for by the Charleston family.

So I became cold toward him.

I kept my distance from him.

Alex had no choice.

He found the best psychiatrist he could.

He tried using hypnosis treatment to help me seal away the memories that pushed me to the edge.

He thought that, eventually, I would recover.

But my trauma was too deep.

The hypnosis was never perfect.

My memories began falling into chaos.

Every so often, I would wake up again.

I would forget everything again.

And Alex…

he endured it over and over.

Being mistaken for someone else.

Being pushed away.

Being asked for a divorce.

He had gotten used to it.

His coldness.

His silence.

They weren’t because he didn’t care.

They were because after being hurt again and again, he no longer knew how to show his pain.

Nick was my child.

And Seb’s child.

He called me Mommy.

And he called me ma’am.

Because he didn’t know which version of me would appear in front of him each day.

He was only five years old.

Yet he had already learned to watch adults’ emotions.

Learned to carefully test whether it was safe to get close.

Learned that before approaching his mother…

he had to make sure she wouldn’t push him away.