Mafia Don’s Little Silent Wife Chapter 09

Mafia Don’s Little Silent Wife Chapter 09

That night, I didn’t say we were good.

I didn’t tell her to get out either.

I just told her to go to bed.

“We’ll talk tomorrow.”

She hesitated before standing up.

When she reached the stairs, she looked back at me once more.

I sat on the couch with my face buried in my hands.

“Go. Stop looking.”

She left.

Her footsteps were incredibly light, padding up the stairs one by one until the bedroom door clicked shut.

I sat there alone until four in the morning, my mind spinning.

At first, it was anger.

Seven months. I had exposed my most defenseless side completely to her—all those stupid things, all those vulnerable moments.

I thought I was talking to thin air, only to find out someone across from me had taken it all in, word for word.

I had been deceived.

I had been played.

But when the next wave of emotion hit, the anger faded.

Why did she stay?

She could have easily found a chance to run.

Over the past seven months, there had been plenty of opportunities—the time Vincent took her to the mall, or when I was away on business for three days.

She didn’t leave.

She knew about the Moretti docks, the Costa situation, and how many dark secrets were kept inside this estate.

Any normal person hearing all that would have run as their first instinct.

But she didn’t.

It wasn’t because she couldn’t; she chose not to.

Why?

By dawn, I realized something.

She had said one specific phrase: By the time I realized, it was too late.

Too late.

It wasn’t because she knew too much and was afraid to leave.

It was because she didn’t want to leave anymore.

I rubbed my face, stood up, and went upstairs.

Standing outside her room, I raised my hand to knock, but the door opened first.

She stood there.

Her face was a bit pale, dark circles were visible under her eyes, and her hair was loose.

She obviously hadn’t slept all night either.

I looked at her, and she looked back at me.

“No more pretending,” I said.

She nodded.

“Speak normally in front of me.”

She nodded again.

“And…” I paused. “The things I said before.”

Her breath hitched.

“I’m not taking them back.”

She froze.

“Which things?”

“All of them.”

I leaned against the doorframe, looking down at her.

Her eyes shone bright in the morning light, a sudden mist gathering in them.

“Saying you’re soft—not taking it back.”

“Saying you look good in that dress—not taking it back.”

“Saying I’m actually falling for you—not taking it back.”

Her tears spilled over without warning.

She reached up to wipe them away, but she couldn’t keep up; the more she wiped, the faster they fell.

I watched her cry without moving.

My chest felt tight, like someone was gripping it, but it didn’t hurt.

“Stop crying.”

She sniffled, her voice thick with a sob.

“Aren’t you angry?”

“I am.”

“Then why…”

“Being angry doesn’t fix it. You already know too much, and silencing you isn’t worth the trouble.”

She looked up and glared at me, tears still hanging on her face.

Her glaring expression tried to look fierce, but paired with her red nose and tear stains, it held zero intimidation.

I couldn’t help but reach out to wipe the tears from her face, my thumb brushing from the corner of her eye down to her cheek.

Her skin felt burning hot.

“The reckless things I said,” I murmured, “you can take them as truth.”

She stood there, her shoulders shaking as she broke down completely.

I sighed and pulled her straight into my arms.

Her head buried into my chest, her body still trembling.

I wrapped one hand around her back, resting my chin on top of her head.

“Alright. Stop shaking. Your husband isn’t that petty.”

She muttered something muffled against my chest.

“What did you say?”

She lifted her head from my chest, the tip of her nose bright red, her eyes watery.

“I said, what about the shameless things you said right to my face?”

“What about them?”

“You’re not taking those back either?”

I looked at her face.

Crying like this, and she still didn’t forget to settle scores.

The corners of my mouth curled up instinctively.

“Not taking them back.” I leaned down close to her ear. “In fact, from now on, I plan to keep saying them right to your face.”

Her entire ear turned deep crimson in an instant.

I laughed out loud.