The Mafia Don’s Broken Wife Chapter 08

The Mafia Don’s Broken Wife Chapter 08

The internet quickly exposed her real identity.

She wasn’t a graduate student at all-she had stolen someone else’s identity, someone else’s life.

And the life-saving thing Kyle supposedly owed her?

That was a lie too.

She’d overheard a story at a party-about a little girl who once saved young Kyle-and twisted it

into her own.

He believed every word she said.

He kept her by his side for years.

Kyle learned the truth on the seventh day after my

death.

My soul had been trapped beside him for seven days.

During that time, he didn’t eat or drink.

He just held my urn, over and over, calling my name.

I grew colder. More distant. More like a ghost.

I felt nothing.

I only watched him.

He held a grand public memorial for me, yet refused to bury me or scatter my ashes like I had

asked.

Fans came every day, bringing flowers, begging him to respect my final wish.

Kyle ignored them all.

He spoke to the urn as if he were speaking to me, trying to give me all the love he never gave when I

was alive.

But I didn’t need it anymore.

I could feel myself drifting away from him. Soon, I’d be free. Start over.

I just didn’t expect it to happen so soon.

Kyle went to visit Elara in prison.

He forced her to take abortion pills with his own hands.

Then he brought my ashes to the beach where we first met.

He took off his wedding ring.

Then he pulled out mine–the one the crew had returned to him.

He pressed a soft kiss to both rings.

“Lila… the crew gave this back to me. That day, you were saying goodbye.”

“You wore the dress from when we first met… but you took off our ring.”

“You wanted to go back to the day we met… but you never wanted to see me again. Right?”

Kyle broke down, sobbing.

“I’m sorry, Lila. I deserve this.”

“I wanted to keep you by my side forever… but I owe you too much.”

“You’re free now.”

The moment he scattered my ashes into the ocean, my soul lifted-weightless, untethered.

I left without looking back.

I never heard the gunshot that echoed behind me.

A love that lasted ten years faded into this endless winter.

But it didn’t matter.

Winter always passes.

And one day, I’d return to this world again.