All Chapters of One Year with the Mafia Boss: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

JaydonIn just a few hours, I went from calling Isayanna a loose woman for dressing that way around the house—when I had no idea she was just heading to the pool with a towel—to feeling like a complete jerk. My feelings shifted so quickly it almost felt like whiplash.I’m still sorry, and honestly, I want to do everything I can to make her forget what I said. It was a stupid insult, and I don’t even know what made me say it. She isn’t my real wife, so what right do I have to speak to her like that?If this were a real marriage, it wouldn’t have been insulting. But it’s not. It’s just on paper.She has somehow made me feel bad for her, for reasons I can’t even explain. She accepted this marriage because it was what she needed at the time, but I still don’t understand why I feel guilty. I remember her saying something about love during dinner with Alejandro, and it’s been bugging me ever since. What did she mean? Does she want to go to Verona to find a man who actually loves her? Why c

Jaydon When I step out of the bathroom, my eyes immediately land on Isayanna still curled up on the bed, sound asleep. I can’t help but wonder when she will wake up. There are things I need to ask her—questions I meant to ask last night. But as I stepped out of the restroom, I found her deep in slumber. It’s almost funny how quickly she falls asleep. Like it’s nothing for her to slip into it, no matter the time. I shift my gaze away from her peaceful form, tucked in tight like she’s trying to hold on to warmth. I walk toward the wardrobe, reaching for a change of clothes. I pull out a black jacket, a pair of black jeans, and a white long-sleeve shirt, then carry them back to the bed. But just as I’m about to set them down, I notice Isayanna stirring in her sleep. She yawns loudly without even trying to cover her mouth. I stop for a second, watching her. She stretches her mouth wide, eyes still closed, before finally blinking them open. When her gaze meets mine, she scrambles to

Isayanna Jaydon has been cold toward me ever since I asked about Hera.I had no idea that asking about her would hit such a nerve. But when I saw his reaction, his emotions—anger, frustration, something darker—I realized it was more than just an ex. I wanted to know more, to understand why simply mentioning her name seemed to make him feel like a different person.Clearly, Hera isn’t just anyone. I thought she was just one of the exes Jaydon didn’t want to talk about. I was curious about his past—his love life, why he’d stopped believing in love. I was sure he had once been in love, that there was someone who had captured his heart. Maybe it was her. Maybe it was Hera.Now, whenever Jaydon comes home with that frosty look on his face, ignoring me as if I don’t even exist, all I can think about is Hera.I should just ignore him, too. Maybe that’s the best way forward. I should probably start doing it right now, if for no other reason than to make things easier. This is our third week

Isayanna She glares at me, her eyes cold and unforgiving. Before I can even take a breath, her hands push me backward with a force that makes me stumble.It's Mrs. Grey, Jaydon's mother."What have you done to him?" Her voice is loud, sharp, and it echoes through the empty hospital corridors. The words hit me like a slap across the face.I did the only thing I could think of. I called.I reached out to every person I could think of. His parents, my grandmother, Christian. I’ve cried so much that my eyes feel empty, like the tears have run dry. I should have seen it. I should have noticed he was unwell, should have urged him to see a doctor sooner.But now, it feels like the weight of everything is crashing down on me. I blame myself for all of this. I blame myself for what happened to him. If I hadn’t asked that one question, if I hadn’t accidentally spilled water all over him when all he wanted was a drink, maybe he wouldn’t be so angry with himself. Maybe he wouldn’t have locked h

IsayannaI couldn’t sleep the entire night. Anxiety twisted itself around my chest, and before I knew it, I had become Jaydon’s night watchman. I stayed by his side, terrified that something might happen to him while he slept. I had forgotten my phone—no distractions, no escape. My mind conjured wild, impossible visions: a shadowy monster crashing through the windows, yanking Jaydon from the bed and out into the night. The thought chilled me, so I clung to him instead, keeping my head pressed to his chest, just to hear the steady rhythm of his heart. He was still alive. Relief flooded me in waves. The first reason was selfish—if anything happened to him, his mother would never let me live it down. But beyond that, I just… wanted him to be okay. Whatever was weighing him down, whatever he refused to tell me, I wanted him to fight through it. The worst part? It felt like everyone but me knew what was going on with him and Hera. Their story was a mystery I wasn’t privy to, yet someho