บททั้งหมดของ The Wife He Never Married: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

JUNEThe woman standing in front of me barely resembled the Diane I had once known, her hair hung loosely around her face, tangled as though she had stopped caring days ago. Dark circles hollowed her eyes, and the expensive clothes she had once worn with effortless confidence were creased and stained. She looked thinner and older and I knew it wasn’t because of time but because something inside her had broken. The silence inside the restroom stretched between us until it became unbearable.The corner of her lips lifted up, but it wasn’t a smile, it was something twisted, something that made my stomach tighten.“I knew I’d eventually get you alone.”My fingers curled against the edge of the sink and I didn’t move, I couldn’t and it wasn’t because I was afraid but because I had nowhere to go and I was desperately trying to understand how the woman standing before me had become this stranger.Her eyes wandered over me slowly.“If you die…” She tilted her head. “…Dante will be single aga

ANGELOIt was two o’clock in the morning and most of the city had surrendered to sleep hours ago but mine never did.The only light in my office came from the lamp on my desk, its warm glow spilling across stacks of files that had long since stopped looking like paperwork and started resembling trophies. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the skyline shimmered beneath a blanket of darkness, thousands of lights and thousands of lives but none of them mattered.I leaned back in my chair, slowly rolling a pen between my fingers as my eyes settled on the reports scattered across the desk.Every headline, every article, every investigation and every meeting, I knew about all of it because everything happening in my brother’s life reached me long before it reached anyone else.Dante was moving quietly and methodically exactly like I expected him to. I smiled to myself because he was finally asking the right questions and that was the problem, he was getting too close, not close enough to

ANGELOThe phone barely left my hand before he noticed it and his face drained of color.“The hell?” His voice cracked as he took a hurried step toward me. “Delete it.”I looked down at the screen to see that the photograph was perfect and clear enough that there would be no arguing or denying or pretending it was someone else.His hand shot toward my phone. “Delete the damn picture!”The younger man standing beside him froze, his eyes darting between us like an animal trying to find the nearest exit but I didn’t even look at him. I have no business with him. “Leave.” The word came out calm and cold.He hesitated only a second before scrambling to gather his clothes, his fingers shook so badly that he dropped his shirt twice before finally pulling it over his head. Within moments, the room door slammed behind him, the room was silent and only the older man and I remained.He took another step. “I said delete—”He swung at me which was the first mistake he would be making, a very expe

ENZOPeople thought being a bodyguard meant standing around looking intimidating, those people had never buried a friend, that she never watched blood spread across white tiles and they had never had to explain to a man like Dante why the woman he loved got hurt on their watch.Now, I was on my toes, watching the surroundings, making sure that I noticed everything from the old woman sitting near the emergency exit pretending to knit while her eyes wandered around the corridor every few seconds to the doctor in blue scrubs who had looked at June four times in the last three minutes, it wasn’t unusual because doctors looked at other doctors, but his eyes lingered just a little too long, then to a visitor wearing a dark hoodie stood beside the vending machine with hands buried inside his pocket, head lowered, not buying or drinking anything, just… standing.I shifted my weight slightly, pretending to stretch while mentally measuring the distance between myself, June and every possible exi

ENZOShe stared for a second before quietly climbing into the seat beside me and neither of us spoke as I started the engine.For some reason, the silence didn’t feel awkward, it just felt comfortable. The drive to Maya’s apartment took a little over fifteen minutes but we didn’t seem interested in filling the silence.The radio stayed off as the city rolled past outside the windows in streaks of yellow streetlights and blurred headlights, while the steady hum of the engine settled comfortably between us.Every now and then I caught her looking out the window, every now and then I caught myself looking at her.I immediately looked back at the road every single time. Get it together man. She’s just another doctor, an annoying, stubborn one who argued with me over coffee and whose stupid smile had somehow been living rent-free inside my head all day. Damn it.I pulled into the parking space outside her apartment building and shifted the car into park.“We’re here.”“I noticed.” She reac