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His Lost Little Lady
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On the day Tristan Spallone, the head of a mafia family, and I mark our fifth wedding anniversary, the manager of the Spallone family vault calls. Something that was stored away for a long time has finally come due, and Tristan is to retrieve it. He's so busy that he barely has a moment to breathe, so I go in his place. What I bring back is an old roll of film. The manager warned me that if it wasn’t developed soon, its age might cause it to be ruined beyond recovery. But when I have them developed, frame after frame is filled with Winnie Leigh, his first love. Her smile looks so sweet in those pictures that they nearly suffocate me. What about me, one may ask? I never once appeared on his albums. The office door slams open. Tristan bursts in, already out of breath. "Anna, is your life really so empty that you have to dig through mine?" I turn toward him, the man who's usually so composed. I neither question him nor break down. Instead, I speak slowly. "We're getting a divorce." Tristan frowns and thrusts the stack of photos into the shredder. He then looks back at me. "They're gone. Do you still want a divorce?" A bitter smile tugs at my lips. "Yes."
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His Lost Little Lady Chapter 9
"You go on ahead. I'll talk to Tristan alone," I said to Zeke softly.He flashed me a look of concern but respected my decision. He then walked up to Tristan, his expression hardening."Let me remind you. Anna choosing to talk to you doesn't mean you get to do as you please. I don't care who you are. Lay a hand on her, and I won't just stand by. My lawyer will be in touch about the car's compensation."Then, he glanced back at me, his eyes softening. "If you need help, call me anytime."I nodded. "Thanks, Zeke."After Zeke left, it was just Tristan and me in the expansive garage.I looked at his haggard face and evenly said, "I'll tell you why I insist on divorcing you. It's because of that old roll of film containing all your sweet memories of Winnie."It's because you kept promising we'd take our wedding photos, and you left me waiting every single time. It's because you sided with her in front of everyone and turned on me without a thought."With each sentence, Tristan's fac
His Lost Little Lady Chapter 8
I left Tristan behind and went back to my hometown for the first time in five years.When the car pulled into the estate, my eyes stung at the sight of the maids who were there to welcome me home. They were familiar, and yet not.I threw myself into Mom's arms, my voice cracking. "Mom, Dad, I'm sorry. I'm home now."Back then, I had cut ties with my family just to marry Tristan. Now, looking back, I couldn't believe how reckless and naive I was.Not a word of blame left their lips. They only brushed my hair with a tenderness edged in pain.Dad sighed. "All that matters is that you're back. This will always be your home."…It was one night, about a week later, when I finally told Mom and Dad I was getting a divorce.They shared a look, and Dad said in a low, firm voice, "That punk, Tristan, couldn't hold on to you after all. All the better. A Jovine answers to no one."Mom held my hand, her voice edged with steel. "Good. Divorce him. No one gets to push around a Jovine. I'll m
His Lost Little Lady Chapter 7
That night, Tristan called for an emergency family council, declared the photo a fake, and insisted he had no intention of divorcing me.Still, everyone had seen how he'd been behaving lately. If he wasn't planning to divorce me, then Winnie was clearly the one trying to come between him and me.Overnight, Winnie, the newly appointed head of intelligence, had been branded the other woman, shunned by everyone.She stepped into the Spallone clubhouse and faced a wall of contempt. A handful of family members whispered amongst themselves. When they noticed her, their voices lifted just enough for her to hear."How shameless! She snatched the job the minute she got back, and now she's going after someone else's husband.""Right? Anna's such a nice person. How did she get dragged into this mess?"Winnie's expression clouded, the hand holding her glass trembling slightly.She turned to leave but ran straight into someone with a glass of red wine. The scarlet liquid drenched the outfit
His Lost Little Lady Chapter 6
Around noon the next day, Tristan received another call from his underboss."Don Spallone, we've got leads. There's nothing solid yet, but it all points to Winnie Leigh."Tristan immediately ended the call there.Face hardening, he went straight to Winnie's office and shoved the door open. Inside, he found her leisurely sitting in my old chair.The second she saw him, she brightened. "Tristan, you—"He cut her off, voice flat. "Did you fake that photo?"Winnie's smile stiffened. A beat later, she put on a look of wounded innocence. "Tristan, how could you think I'd do that? Why would I spread rumors that would torch my own name? What's in it for me?"Tristan's eyes widened. He then pinned her with a stare. "I haven't even told you about the photo I'm referring to. Why the rush to wash your hands of it?"Panic flickered in Winnie's eyes. Forcing a smile, she said, "It has reached the entire Spallone family. O-Of course, I heard about it too."Tristan just watched her, cold and
His Lost Little Lady Chapter 5
Meanwhile, Tristan was driving Winnie home. She leaned back in the passenger seat, putting on a frail, helpless act.She murmured, "I honestly don't know why Anna suddenly shoved me like she'd lost it. I didn't do anything."She sighed before continuing, "But don't blame her, either. Honestly, this is on me. I shouldn't have come back. I even made you two fight."While she spoke, she watched Tristan's expression, ever prepared to pin the whole thing on me.He drove in silence, eyes fixed on the road, his jaw set. Before long, he pulled up outside Winnie's building.She unbuckled her seatbelt but didn't immediately step out. Instead, she turned toward him and laid a hand on his arm, blatantly suggestive. "Thanks for the ride, Tristan. Want to come up for a bit?"As soon as she touched him, he flinched, jerking his arm back. He'd moved so quickly that he even surprised himself.Winnie's hand hovered with nowhere to go, her face tightening for a beat before she slipped back into th
His Lost Little Lady Chapter 4
One day, Tristan threw a lavish dinner to celebrate Winnie's official appointment.Standing in the banquet hall, he introduced the radiant, trusted aide at his side, his praise and high hopes for her plain in every word. He told everyone to look after her from now on.A murmur rippled through the room.Was this truly the same Tristan who had always been so cold and uncompromising?Meanwhile, I, his wife in name, sat forgotten in a corner, no more than a guest who didn't matter.Tristan's gaze swept the crowd and brushed past me, light as a shadow.Just then, Winnie's heel wobbled beneath her, and she lurched forward.Tristan, who had been calm a moment ago, shifted in an instant. He hurried forward and caught her, his grip firm yet taut with tension.My hand tightened around the stem of my glass. I couldn't stand to watch their closeness for another second. Turning away, I slipped out onto the terrace for air.The cool night breeze made me feel a little better, but it also car
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