CHAPTER 0007

CELINE’s POV

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Christine’s husband owns this mall. The security guard who let us in knew us, therefore Astrid was able to sneak a gun. Like Lance, Astrid, and Christine are also members of the mafia organization, which is why they are skilled in using guns and skilled in fighting.

“The next time I shoot this gun I will hit that bitch,” Astrid threatened Lance without fear.

“Try it, Astrid, and I won’t hesitate to use all the bullets of my gun on you.” Lance also threatened Astrid. “Don’t forget who you’re dealing with.”

Astrid chuckled. “An asshole and a bitch. I still haven’t forgotten who I’m dealing with.” Astrid replied sarcastically.

Fear is not really in Astrid’s vocabulary. Does she not understand that Lance is threatening him as a mafia boss.

Before they exchanged gunfire, I approached Astrid.

“Astrid, let’s go.”

Astrid looked at me in her disbelief, then lowered her hand holding the gun. “Leave? Why would you be afraid of what these two are doing?” Astrid looked back at Lance. “After you use Celine, and Celine did nothing but love you, you’re just going to give her divorce papers and now you’re with that bitch?”

When I looked at Lance again, his eyes almost burned with anger.

“Come on,” I begged Astrid. “Please, I don’t want any trouble.”

Astrid let out a deep breath before she hid the gun in her leather jacket. Afterwards we left the restaurant straight to her car.

With the help of Christine and Astrid supporting me, I could walk until I got into the car, even though my knees were getting soft.

“Would you like to spend a night in the mansion first?” Christine offered me.

“You can also be at our house,” Astrid also offered me.

I shook my head as I declined their offer. “Thank you, but I want to go to our mansion. I will wait for my husband to talk to him.”

I heard them sigh.

“Fine, we’ll take you to your mansion,” Astrid jus said. 

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RETURNING TO THE MANSION, I went straight to my room.

As soon as I closed the door, all the pain I had been hiding since seeing Lance at the restaurant poured out.

I don’t even need to know what that woman to Lance is, because of how Lance looks at and treats that woman. There is an obvious difference between how he treats me and how he treats that woman.

Not once did Lance look at me like that, which has euphoria in his eyes. In three years, I’ve only seen Lance smile like that.

I wiped my cheeks and eyes without stopping my tears.

I believe that Lance and I can fix this marriage. I just need to talk to him. I’ll do everything to save our marriage.

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When I opened my eyes. I got up after I saw I was in my bed. As I remember, I fell asleep on the floor earlier.

“Lance is here. He came home for me.”

I often fall asleep in the living room after cleaning or after I finish cooking for Lance, then I will wake up in my room.

I left my room and went straight to Lance’s room. We need to talk about our baby, especially in our marriage. Lance’s gentle act of escorting me to my room speaks volumes about his genuine concern for both me and our baby.

I knocked three times on Lance’s bedroom door; I heard no answer from inside. “Lance?” I called his name again and knocked, but there was still no response, so I opened the door.

As I entered Lance’s room, I didn’t see him here. I was about to check on him in his walking closet, but I almost jumped in surprise after I heard his phone on his side table.

I had no intention of tampering with his phone, not until I saw the name of Lance’s caller, Freya.

I grabbed Lance’s phone and memorized Freya’s phone number. I heard the doorknob coming from the bathroom door. I quickly let go of Lance’s phone and carefully left his room.

I went straight to my room to get my phone and call Freya’s phone number. I made three calls before Freya answered my call.

“Hello, who is this?”

“Hi. This is me, Celine. I don’t know if you know me, but I’m Lance’s wife.”

“Ow. How did you get my number–forget about that. I don’t care about that concern. What else do you need? Why did you call me at this hour?”

I gulp. It’s like something is blocking my throat, but I need to do this. “Can we meet?”

“Sure.”