All Chapters of THE MAFIA’s BROKEN BRIDE: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ELENA“You look… different,” she said, her expression unimpressed as she finally reached me. Maria was long gone, leaving just the two of us standing alone in the hallway.Is Alessandro aware that someone's here to see him? What business could she possibly have that she’d come all the way to the house?“Different? What do you mean?” I asked. I have a feeling we wouldn't get along.She smirked, crossing her arms over her chest. “You know.. not his type. I had no idea his taste had changed. But then again, maybe he’s just trying out different flavors. Must be bored of the same thing.” Her words hit harder than I expected.“And what exactly is his type?”She stepped closer, bending down slightly to whisper in my ear, her perfume nauseatingly strong. “Blonde, slim, slender women who can match him in public. Women who can give him everything he wants. And you, my dear,” she paused, sizing me up, I felt small under her gaze. “Are none of those.”My hands balled into a fist at my side, the

ELENAI laid on my bed, hands on my tummy as I gave it a gentle massage. The day had stressed me out so much I was cramping a little.Alessandro wasn’t back yet. He must have gone after Aria to soothe her feelings for being harsh to her. I picked up my phone and went through my messages, one caught my attention.“Good day Elena. I don’t know if you will remember me, it’s Alex from the party.”I searched my brain trying to recall any Alex I met at a party. Then it clicked. “Hi.” I texted back.His reply came instantly.“She replies.”I sent a laughing emoji. “Isn’t the essence of a text to get a reply back?”“I know. I just didn’t think you were going to reply.”He wrote.I got up from my bed, went to the mini freezer and got an Ice cream. I was suddenly craving sugar. My cramps are long gone.“Why would you think that?” “I figured your husband wouldn’t be happy with you texting other men.”I rolled my eyes at the text, even though he couldn’t see me.“Luckily for me, my husband doe

ELENA“Keys,” he demanded as soon as I stepped out.I stretched out my hand, and he snatched the keys from me, opened the driver’s door and slid in.“Get in,” He ordered.I obeyed without hesitation. We needed to leave before he saw Alex. I would text him when I got home and explain why I left. I slipped into the passenger seat, and we drove off. Neither of us saying a thing, the silence between us stretched. Why wasn’t he asking me? Does he already know?Then I noticed, this wasn’t the road home.I turned to him “Where are we going?” “You will know when we get there,” He replied flatly, his eyes never leaving the road.I scoffed and looked out the window. It was summer now and the leaves were lush and green. We passed a park where children played with their parents. my heart twisted. Would my baby ever have a moment like this? A father to lift her onto his shoulders, a mother to wipe ice cream from her chin? The uncertainty ate me deep. Five months gone..four to go.I was pulled f

ALESSANDRO “How was the game?” Papà asked, his hands holding mine firmly. We were on our way to the car park after a baseball game. “It was spectacular,” I said smiling. People breezed past us to get to their cars. Mamma and Luisa had gone for a spa date. We were going to meet them at our favorite restaurant to celebrate our team winning. “Number 10 is a fucking good player,” I continued. “Words. Sandro,” Papá cautioned but he was smiling. “Mamma isn’t here, and you’re not going to tell on me, would you?” I kicked a stone to the side, my hands tightening around his. “I won’t. Only because she would be mad at me too.” “Excuse me Mr DeLuca. Can I take a picture?” A photographer who had been at the game stopped me and Papà. “Sure.” Papà looked at me for approval and I nodded my head. “This way, please.” He led us to the side of the field. The sun was too hot so I had to shield my face with my hand. Papà nudged me to his side as the photographer took a picture. “Another on

ALESSANDRO I sat back in my chair and cracked my knuckles. I looked around the conference room of my club, everyone was talking to themselves.I closed my eyes, I could still see Elena’s face and hear her voice in my head. “I am here.” She whispered in the most tender way.I haven’t had one of those nightmares of when Dad died. I could hardly talk about it. Years of therapy couldn’t bring me to say it. Partly, I hated myself for leaving him alone. I was scared if I had told them, they would have judged me like I judged myself. I shouldn’t have survived alone. That night had been like every other night, whenever I slept over at my mom’s. I figured it had something to do with my childhood room. I always had nightmares of that night, that’s the reason I don’t sleep over there any longer. “You just go around getting laid with different women.” Oscar deadpanned. His face locked on Simone.“At Least one of us is getting laid. I heard your wife doesn’t sleep with you anymore? Is that why