All Chapters of The Mafia's Unwanted Wife: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

"Can't you understand? I said I'm not leaving until my parents get the damn justice that they deserve!" I argued with Noah. It had been two days since he told me to leave the country for my baby's safety. "I don't even know if you actually filed for another hearing or if you're just saying that to calm me down and get me to follow your orders to leave all of this behind!" He pulled at his hair, looking at me with frustration, as if he didn't know what else to do. "Don't you trust me, Aurora?" he asked. "You know I love your parents just as much as you do because they never treated me differently in the first place. They cared for me as if I were their own son, so don't please ever think that I'm lying or that I'll just let this case go!" I glared at him, not knowing what to say. He was determined to send me away even though I wanted to stay. Why can't he understand me? These were all about my parents—does he expect me to just obey him when he tells me to leave? I've missed so many

I quietly watched my children, sound asleep in their beds. It was already noon, yet they hadn't stirred. It wasn't a problem, though, since it was weekend and they had no school.I gently brushed Luna's hair away from her face, smiling at her innocent expression. She inherited all my features—the shape of her face and her overall appearance.My heart twinged as I glanced at Liam. We never expected to have twins. We were only expecting a child, but I gave birth with two. A twin. I didn't tried to consult my ob-gyne for ultrasound so I wasn't really aware. The fact that I don't want to continue my pregnancy after my parents died but Noah never made me carry it for nine months and let the baby out. That's also the reason why I just let myself carry it in my womb without any clue. Looking at his peaceful face, guilt washed over me. Liam had borne the brunt of my pain from when they were baby. It was all so fresh, and I could hardly forgive myself because I knew it all began with me. Luca

I stopped walking and looked at the person sitting in front of my parents' tombstone. I could feel my blood boiling with anger. Even after all these years, I still couldn’t deny that I recognized every detail of Lucas—his build, his movements. I could tell, and I could prove that it was him sitting there. After all the years we were together, I had memorized his posture. I just didn’t expect that we’d meet today, and in this exact place. How could he have the nerve to sit right in front of my parents' tombstone when he’s the very reason they’re buried beneath the ground? As much as I could, I calmed myself while walking closer. I wanted to hurl insults at him, I wanted to hurt him, but out of respect for my parents' resting place, I didn’t. I was alone; Noah was with Bernadette, and my children were with Noah’s parents. Bernadette wanted to bring the kids along, but Uncle had already taken the twins out for a walk. "Do you ever think that maybe it should’ve been you who died?"

"Are you okay?" Noah asked. He was looking at me intently. I could feel his gaze earlier, and I was trying to keep myself together in front of him, despite being troubled by the fact that Lucas was also here at the resort. What a fucking small world. "You seem restless. You keep wandering your eyes. What’s wrong?" he worriedly asked. I shook my head. "I’m just feeling a bit suffocated," I explained. His eyes narrowed as if trying to read my mind. I sighed and turned to Liam, who was busy eating seafood in front of me. "Auntie Gia, you should eat too. I’ll take care of them," I said since she was the one constantly looking after my kids. "No, it’s okay. I’m done anyway." I was about to speak when I felt Noah’s hand on mine, resting on my lap. "You’re making me worried," he said almost in a whisper. "Tell me what’s bothering you, please." "Noah, I’m really okay. You don’t have to worry—" "Is it because you don’t see anyone else here?" My eyebrows furrowed, and I glanced arou

I stood up quietly. At this moment, all I wanted was to get away from him. "You can't even walk straight for at least four steps. I bet that even if the sun rises, you still won’t be back in your room," he chattered. “Can you just leave me alone? I don’t need you here.” Even though I wanted to look at him, I couldn’t. I was drunk, but still sane enough. If I weren’t in my right mind right now, I don’t know what I’d do to this man. I didn’t even understand why I was talking to him, and even more, I didn’t know where I get the courage to talk to him after the sunny afternoon in cemetery. I tried again to walk straighter to prove him wrong, but in the end, I was the one who failed. I was still behind the large rock, as if I hadn’t walked at all despite walking for so long. “Lucas, don’t wait for me to make a something that I will regret. Just stay away, please,” I said as he sat down next to me. “Do it,” he replied in a low tone. I let out a slight laugh. “Where do you get the