บททั้งหมดของ The Wife He Never Married: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

JUNERaphael shook his head. “We won’t know until he tells us.”I looked toward the window then back at him. “Then I need to find a way to talk to him.”Raphael’s expression told me he already knew exactly what I was thinking, so I decided to ask him the question that had been sitting on the tip of my tongue since yesterday.“Is there a way to get Ares away from my mother and Angelo?”Raphael’s expression changed immediately because he understood what I meant. “It’s possible,” he replied and hope lifted my chest. “But it’s going to be difficult.”“How difficult?”“Angelo doesn’t seem to let Ares out of his sight for long. If you try to pull him aside while he’s watching, he’ll notice.”I glanced toward Enzo. “So what do we do?”Raphael leaned back in his chair, thinking. “We get a message to Ares first.”I nodded. “And then?”“We arrange for him to sneak away and meet you somewhere.”My fingers tightened together. “But how do I get the message to him?”“You’ll have to give it to him y

JUNEFor a moment, I couldn’t speak because Joe date he stay in front of me spewing nonsense and looking so arrogant. “Who the fuck do you think you are to be threatening my husband.”“I’m only giving you a choice, not threatening you,” he let out as if that made it any better. “What the fuck are you planning on now? You already made us postpone our wedding.” My voice rose, I was barely able to keep my anger in check, stepping closer to him. “And now you’re trying to play dirty.” He looked at me as though I were too naive to understand. “In case you didn’t know, anything and everything Dante has ever wanted or would ever want is mine,” he said smugly and my stomach turned. What kind of twisted thinking is this? “And I don’t care what it is.” His eyes hardened. “He was born to give me whatever he holds dear.”For a second, I simply stared at him because there was something deeply wrong with the way he said it, like he was an owner discussing property and like Dante had never been a p

DANTEWe settled on the blanket and we forgot everything else, just talking about us, mentioning the little things we had somehow forgotten existed.Dante stole a piece of fruit from my plate and I slapped his hand. “You have your own.”“Yours tastes better.”“You haven’t even tasted yours.”“I don’t need to,” he argued like it made sense. I rolled my eyes, he laughed and the sound warmed something inside me.After a while, he leaned back on his hands. “How many children do you want?”I blinked. “What?”“Children,” he repeated. I stared at him. “Where did that come from?”He shrugged. “Just answer.”I smiled. “I want just two.”“Why two?”“I don’t know. It just feels right.”He nodded. “When?”I laughed. “You’ve suddenly become very interested.”“I’m just asking.”I shrugged. “Whenever,” I replied. “It’s not like I’m getting younger, I’m already thirty three.”He looked at me then his mouth twitched. “Damn, you’re old.”I smacked his chest. “You did not just—”He laughed. “I’m kiddi

DANTEOne thing was clear and that was Janice hadn’t lost her memory, hell, she had planned the crash. The woman in that video had been calm, she had known exactly what was happening, she had walked away before the fire was even lit and the most disturbing part? She had smiled.I got up as Henry’s chair scraped violently against the floor, he stood so fast that it nearly tipped backward.“No.” His voice cracked. “This… it can’t be.”“Henry—”He grabbed his chest and his face twisted.“Dad!” June screamed.Henry’s knees buckled but I lunged forward and caught him before his head hit the floor, his weight dropping against me.“Get the keys.” My voice cut through the room.Enzo jumped up and went to get it. June was already beside me.“Dad!” She called again but no response. Henry’s eyes were half-open but his breathing was shallow.I tightened my hold around him, Raphael was already moving, Enzo ran toward the door and June followed, tears finally spilling down her face.I lifted Henry

JUNE Angelo’s mouth tightened and I didn’t wait for an argument; I opened the door and the first thing I saw was Ares, he was sitting beside Janice and she was combing his hair slowly yet tenderly.The comb moved through his dark hair as she worked through the small tangles and something twisted painfully inside my chest because of that affection and softness she had for him and had given it to him for years was mine only for a few and I had spent years with an empty space where my mother should have been.Ares looked up first and Janice followed, her face brightening. “June.” The sound of my name from her lips still hurt but this time, it didn’t break me, Janice smiled then she looked at Dante and finally back at me. “What are we going to be doing today?”I stood there, staring at the woman who had my mother’s face, voice and hands… hands that had just been running gently through another child’s hair and it felt like I didn’t know her at all. I felt Dante’s fingers tighten around m