Ten Years Later, I Woke Up as the Wife of the Mafia Heir I Once Hated Chapter 09

Ten Years Later, I Woke Up as the Wife of the Mafia Heir I Once Hated Chapter 09

The next morning.

The bright sunlight pulled me awake.

The clock already showed ten in the morning.

I stared blankly at the ceiling, feeling like I had just woken up from a dream that had lasted forever.

But strangely…

I couldn’t remember anything about it.

I rubbed my aching forehead and got up, planning to find Alex and get my phone back.

After going downstairs, I searched through the entire Charleston estate.

But I didn’t see Alex anywhere.

Instead, I found Nick.

My eyes lit up.

I was just about to call his name.

But Nick spoke first.

“Good morning, ma’am.”

My hand froze in midair.

Ma’am?

My mind went completely blank.

Wasn’t Nick my son?

Why was he calling me like I was a stranger?

I stood there helplessly, staring at the polite yet distant child in front of me.

This version of Nick felt familiar.

Yet completely unfamiliar.

Oh, right.

When I first arrived ten years into the future, Nick had looked at me the exact same way that night.

Carefully.

Cautiously.

Like he was afraid I wouldn’t like him.

Like he was afraid to get too close.

It wasn’t until I reached out and pinched his cheek that he finally tested the waters and called me:

“Mommy.”

After that, Nick had acted so naturally that I almost forgot…

this was how he had been at the beginning.

And now, he had returned to that same distant little boy.

Why?

I couldn’t understand.

How could a five-year-old child suddenly feel like a stranger?

How could he possibly have learned to call his own mother so calmly and politely?

My heartbeat grew faster.

Following his lead, I asked,

“Good morning.”

“Who are you the child of?”

“Why are you here?”

Nick didn’t panic at all.

Instead, he gave me an innocent, harmless smile.

“I’m a friend of Uncle Alex’s son.”

“You can call me Nick.”

His five-year-old voice was still soft and gentle.

But the words coming out of his mouth sent a chill through me.

Weren’t children supposed to be terrible liars?

Then why could Nick say something like this so naturally?

I didn’t respond.

I just stood there frozen, not knowing how to break this absurd situation.

Just then, a familiar voice sounded.

“Lena.”

That name.

Only Seb used to call me that.

Almost instinctively, a smile appeared on my face as I turned around.

But the next second…

my smile froze.

My entire body went cold.

It was Alex.

Or rather…

it was Alex pretending to be Seb.

He was dressed in the style Seb used to wear.

Even his tone, his way of speaking, and the way he said my name were all incredibly similar to the Seb in my

memories.

I slowly looked Alex up and down.

Until my gaze reached his hand.

And stopped.

There was a thin, freshly scabbed scratch at the base of Alex’s thumb.

In that instant, the blurry memory from last night came rushing back.

In the dream, I had accidentally scratched Seb’s hand the exact same way.

My blood ran cold.

So…

I hadn’t been dreaming.

Everything that happened last night was real.

I had confused Alex with Seb.

What terrified me even more was that Alex had never corrected me.

He had simply accepted my mistake.

Like he had been expecting it all along.

I slowly came back to my senses.

Then deliberately looked at him and called out:

“Seb.”

“Where did you go?”

Hearing a name that didn’t belong to him, Alex’s expression didn’t change.

He simply answered calmly.

“There were some family matters I had to handle.”

After saying that, he walked toward me.

Soon, father and son stood on either side of me.

Nick looked at me.

Alex looked at me.

At that moment, I only felt cold all over.

Crazy.

Was I the one who had gone crazy?

Or was…

everyone in the Charleston family insane?