Ten Years Later, I Woke Up as the Wife of the Mafia Heir I Once Hated Chapter 19

Ten Years Later, I Woke Up as the Wife of the Mafia Heir I Once Hated Chapter 19

I had only planned to take a short nap in the car.

But unexpectedly…

I actually fell asleep.

When I woke up in a daze, I realized I was being carried in Alex’s arms.

He noticed I was awake.

But he didn’t let go.

I lowered my eyes and looked at the arm holding me.

Slowly, my fingers tightened.

There was still something I hadn’t told him.

The divorce.

It wasn’t until we arrived at the Charleston estate that Alex gently put me down.

After entering the house, he went straight to the kitchen.

“What do you want to eat?”

I didn’t answer.

I just quietly watched his back.

After a while, I suddenly asked,

“Alex.”

“Are you exhausted?”

His movements stopped.

He turned back to look at me.

At that moment, I suddenly felt like…

he hadn’t heard those words in a very long time.

Alex opened his mouth.

He stayed silent for a long time.

In the end, he only shook his head.

His voice was very quiet.

“No.”

“As long as you come back to me, that’s enough.”

They were only two simple sentences.

But they instantly made my eyes turn red.

I tried to steady my emotions and whispered,

“But I’m sick.”

“I don’t know when this illness will become uncontrollable again.”

“I don’t want to watch you spend your life on me.”

Alex didn’t answer.

He only walked toward me and held my hand.

This time…

he held on tightly.

“It’ll get better.”

I couldn’t stand how calmly he accepted everything.

As if no matter what happened to me…

no matter what became of me…

he would always stay.

So I deliberately pulled my hand away.

I stepped back.

Putting distance between us.

“Alex.”

“Let me go.”

“Let me free you too.”

“You don’t love me.”

“You only pity me.”

Alex’s hand remained frozen where he had reached for me.

He stood there.

Silent for a long time.

So long that I thought he wouldn’t answer.

Finally, he spoke.

Almost like he was asking me…

or asking himself.

“Elena.”

“I’ve been by your side for ten years.”

“For ten years, you forgot me more than thirty times.”

“The number of times you truly called my name…”

“wasn’t even twenty in total.”

My breath caught.

Alex continued.

“Every time you wanted to leave, I let you go.”

“But in the end, I always brought you back.”

“Again and again.”

He looked at me.

His eyes slowly turned red.

“You think I don’t love you?”

“Then what do you think I’ve been doing all these years?”

I stared at him blankly.

This was the first time I had ever seen Alex lose control of his emotions.

The man who had never lowered his head in front of the entire Charleston family….

was now almost in tears because of me.

“You think I married you because I felt sorry for you?”

Alex’s voice was low.

“But when have I ever been someone who would stay trapped for ten years out of pity?”

He stepped closer.

“Elena.”

“If you’re sick, then we treat it.”

“Don’t be afraid.”

“No matter what happens to you, I’ll stay with you.”

His fingers gently brushed against my face.

I froze.

Only then did I realize his fingertips had touched my tears.

The next second, Alex pulled me into his arms.

“Elena.”

“Come back to me.”

“Nick and I both need you.”

I didn’t answer.

I only slowly tightened my arms around him.

At that moment, I finally understood something.

Memories could disappear.

People could forget.

But love was never built on whether someone remembered or not.

True love was…

even if I forgot him again and again,

there would still be someone waiting for me in the same place,

walking toward me like it was the first time, every single time.

When I was covered in wounds.

There would still be someone willing to pick up every broken piece of me.

And slowly put me back together until I was whole again.