บททั้งหมดของ The Wife He Never Married: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

JUNE“My son is getting married.” He spoke as though discussing the weather. “I came to congratulate him.”Dante laughed once but it was a humorless sound. “You weren’t invited.”“It doesn’t matter,” his father replied. “I had to come, I’m still your father after all.”Dante leaned closer to the table, his chest almost touching it, his voice sharpened. “You and I cut ties years ago, so I’ll ask again, why are you here? As a matter of fact, how the hell did you know about this?”The older man’s expression barely changed. “You should know me by now, I have my ways.” Then, he looked toward Angelo. “But this time, you should thank your brother.”My gaze snapped toward Angelo and he smiled into his wine glass like a man watching a play he had already memorized.I hated that smile because every time he wore it, something terrible followed. Beside me, my father finally picked up his fork only to set it down again untouched and I knew that his appetite had disappeared, mine had too.No one sp

DANTEShe softly leaned closer to him, trying to calm him without saying very much, her eyes glistened beneath the lights and I could see the tears that had gathered in her eyes, trembling along her lashes but she refused to let them fall. God.She was trying so hard and watching her hold him together while she was barely holding herself together made something inside my chest ache almost more than hearing those bastards speak.This dinner was supposed to be all about laughing, sharing stories, arguing over wedding decorations and watching June smile instead of forcing herself not to fall apart, instead, it had turned into something else. My gaze drifted back toward the people still standing inside my home knowing that someone had told them what was going on, even and exactly how to destroy the evening.When I found out who… I slowly curled my fingers into fists until my nails bit into my palms.Whoever it was had just signed their own death warrant with me.My father cleared his thr

JUNESleep refused to come and I just lay on my side staring into the darkness, listening to Dante’s slow, even breathing beside me but every time I closed my eyes, I saw my mother standing in our dining room with her hand resting protectively over the swell of her stomach while looking straight at me and seeing a stranger.My chest tightened all over again and I quietly slipped out from beneath the blankets, careful not to wake Dante whose arm reached across the empty mattress instinctively before settling again, still asleep.I quietly walked out of the room, the hallway was silent but the house no longer carried the warmth it had only hours ago. Earlier it had been filled with laughter, Enzo stealing food, Maya threatening to hit him with a spoon, my father pretending to complain while secretly enjoying every second of the chaos, now, it felt haunted.I wandered downstairs without turning on the main lights and only the small table lamp beside the living room armchair glowed softly

JUNE“Our family photos.” I answered, turning the photo album in my hand for him to look at.His eyes wandered over the pages and one picture caught his attention almost immediately and I couldn’t help smiling despite everything because it showed me at about six years old with mud covering nearly every inch of my body while Mum tried—and failed—to stop laughing.Dante chuckled softly then pointed at tiny me. “You look like you were impossible,” Dante let out. “You just have been a handful.”I gasped dramatically. “I was not.”My father barked out a laugh. “Oh…” He leaned back in his chair. “You have absolutely no idea.”Dante raised an eyebrow. “Really?”My father nodded without hesitation. “She once insisted she could climb the tallest tree in the neighborhood because she’d seen a squirrel do it.”Heat flooded my cheeks and I groaned, covering my face. “Dad…”“You told the firefighters they were embarrassing you.”Dante laughed louder this time. “I would’ve paid money to see that.”“

DANTEThat one was easy, I didn’t even have to think before responding. “It’s happening no matter what,” I answered immediately.He studied me carefully. “As if yesterday never happened?”I shook my head. “It happened and I’m not pretending otherwise but yesterday changes nothing between June and me.”Silence settled between us again then quietly Henry asked, “do you really think she’s pregnant?”I knew exactly who he meant so I exhaled slowly. “Knowing my father…” A humourless laugh escaped me. “…it’s entirely possible, even at her age.”Henry closed his eyes briefly and when he opened them again, they looked even more tired.The peaceful silence lasted less than thirty seconds before footsteps thundered down the hallway fast and heavy, then…“My stomach is eating itself!” Enzo burst into the kitchen holding his tummy dramatically. “Is there food?”I didn’t even bother looking at him, I let out a sigh then replied, “you have two hands, make your own.”He gasped as though I had insult