All Chapters of Divorced But Desired by the Mafia King: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

[Addison]Why is Evelyn working at Livy’s school? Is it to get back at my family? Is she planning to hurt us in some way, to get revenge for the divorce?No. I'm thinking too much into this. She's a teacher by trade, and I'm sure that she loves her work. Even pregnant, she must get lonely. Why else would she exhaust herself working when she's so close to being due?Pressing my hand to my belly I can't help but smirk. I'm being a hypocrite. Not only am I still working, but I'm hiding my pregnancy. Depending on how long this case goes, I may work for its entirety, only stopping if the baby is at risk. I love what I do and it has value and meaning. I'm doing good work, especially now that I'm a part of Black Eagle. I won't let thugs like Debrassy ruin my family or my city. The manner looks beautiful. Even the antique roses have been replaced and new plants are starting to bloom. The home was one of the oldest in town, and most of the brick survived. It's quite a wonder what the contract

There's a tinge of pain in my lower back. That idiot! I could miscarry my precious baby because of his lack of tact. Just because his testosterone-addled brain wanted to make a point, he decided to push me to the ground without warning!I thought I was coming here for weapons training, not to be thrown around like a doll. Even if I weren't pregnant, that move could have hurt me. Thankfully, I don't feel any of the tell-tale twinges I felt in the past during my previous miscarriage. Even so, I'm texting Tracy as soon as I can get off this blasted mat. We're going to do a full check up. I don't care if the guards have questions about whether or not I'm at a fertility clinic.Maybe it's time to tell them the truth. If I keep this hidden much longer, something might happen by accident. I'd hate to lose my chance at revenge, but I don't want to lose this baby. Not only because it's my last chance at being a mother, but because it is all I have left of him. Grabbing my wrists, Mason holds m

[Vanessa] Charley promises to wait outside and I turn to Tracy who rushes to pull me into her arms. “I am so sorry, Addy. Do you want me to come with you?” “Please,” I sniffle onto her shoulder. “Oh God, Tracy, what if…” She’s quiet for a moment, holding me in her arms in a tight hug before answering, “Well, if it is him, at least you’d know.” “The strange thing is,” I laugh, wiping my eyes, “Is until I saw you come in I was certain Hunter was with me. I thought he had been in the ambulance with me too, but I was wrong both times,” I shake my head. “I miss him so much I’m seeing him everywhere.” “Well, you did scare us when you collapsed,” Tracy admits, “And there was a young man with you the entire time, a…rather handsome one I might add,” she grins in that lopsided way that she sometimes gets when discussing a guy she met at the gym or an old boyfriend with a nice backside. “But it wasn’t Mr. Grant. It was that new guy, what’s his name…ah, Jason? Greyson?” “Mason,” I groan,

[Vanessa]The couple separates and turns, and we find ourselves standing face to face with a somewhat humiliated Mr. Carter. Pushing Ms. Smith behind him, he stands bold in front, guarding her. “I’m sorry for the display,” he bows his head in apology. “My behavior was...unprofessional.” “Unprofessional," I repeat, sucking in my breath. It isn't the word I would have used. “Disappointing” or “heartbreaking” feels more appropriate. Reggie's expression is blank as we step forward into the elevator, his eyes darting away from mine as he struggles to face me and I can’t help but wonder how long he’s been holding onto this secret. When did he and Ms. Smith start dating? Is this a new relationship, or has been screwing around on Katie the entire time, and now that she’s out of the way, he feels safe to be open about it. How disgusting. I thought Reggie was a better person than this. A more honorable and loyal companion, not the kind of person who would cast aside the love of his life for a

[Vanessa]Inhale. Take a few steps forward, open the door, smile. Blink. Remember to blink. Don’t smile, but don’t weep. The cameras are watching after all. Exhale. Low and slow, let the tension roll off of you, leaving your body. Be careful what you say. The cameras are listening too. I repeat this mantra as I walk down the hallway towards the stairs leading to the basement level of the morgue, where the cold room is waiting for me, along with the body of the man we are calling Hunter. I need to check something, I need to make sure I am seeing what I think I am seeing.Since peeling back the layers of deception in my daily life all those months ago and discovering the lies my husband had been feeding me for the entirety of my marriage, I've come to understand that nothing and no one around me is exactly what they seem.From the moment that cover was removed from my eyes and I was forced to see the truth--we are all pretending. Everyday we wake up, go outside, and live life being the