บททั้งหมดของ MARRIED TO THE MAFIA KING : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO:“If you come, don’t sit where I can see you.”Theo said it in the car on the way to the gym, eyes fixed on the window, voice low enough that June almost missed it. Lyra’s hands tightened on the steering wheel. Dimitri, in the passenger seat, didn’t turn around.“I thought you said I could come,” Dimitri said.“I did.” Theo’s reflection in the glass looked older than twelve. “Then I spent all day wishing I hadn’t. So if you’re coming, stay out of my sightline. No waving. No standing up when I score. Just… be there without making me feel you.”June twisted in her seat. “That’s impossible.”“Then maybe he should’ve stayed home,” Theo muttered.Lyra’s voice cut through, sharp. “Enough. We are not doing another version of this fight in a moving car with your sisters listening.”“Why not?” Theo shot back. “It’s the only place anyone tells the truth.”Dimitri finally spoke, quiet and controlled. “I’ll sit high and left. You won’t have to look at me. If that still feels li

CHAPTER EIGHTY-FOUR:Theo came down for breakfast on his own.He didn’t announce it. He just appeared, took a bowl, and sat in his usual chair like the last week of distance had been a temporary arrangement he was willing to revisit for cereal. June watched him with open relief. Anna offered him a sticky piece of banana. Dimitri stayed at the stove and didn’t make a speech about it.“Morning,” Lyra said, keeping her voice even.“Morning,” Theo answered.That was all. But he stayed at the table until the bowl was empty, and when Dimitri set a glass of juice near his hand he drank it without comment. Small movements. Easy to miss if you were looking for a breakthrough.After the older kids left for school, Lyra leaned against the counter and looked at Dimitri. “He sat.”“I saw.”“Don’t build a whole story on it.”“I’m trying not to.” Dimitri rinsed a plate, eyes on the water. “It still felt like air coming back into the room.”“It was a bowl of cereal,” she said, not unkindly. “Let it b

CHAPTER EIGHTY-SIX:“He’s not looking for you.”June whispered it like a warning as she climbed into the stands beside Lyra. Down on the court Theo was already warming up, face set, eyes nowhere near the bleachers.Lyra adjusted the baby in the wrap and kept her voice low. “He asked your father to stay home. He’s allowed to mean it.”“I know. It just feels weird. Like the whole gym is missing a piece.” June glanced at the high left section where Dimitri had sat before. The space was empty on purpose. “Do you think he’s okay at home?”“He’s with Anna and Elena. He’s fine.”“He’s sad.”Lyra didn’t argue. “Yes. He’s sad. And he’s still at home because Theo asked.”The game started hard and fast. Theo played like someone with too much electricity under his skin — quick, aggressive, a little reckless. He missed an early shot and shook it off with a sharp movement of his head. He didn’t look up.Lyra felt every empty second of the seat behind her.At home, Dimitri stood in the kitchen with

CHAPTER EIGHTY-EIGHT:“I’m not telling you yet.”Theo stood by the front door with his backpack half-zipped, eyes locked on Dimitri like the sentence was a shield. Friday’s game was less than twenty-four hours away. The whole house had been orbiting the question since breakfast.Dimitri stayed in the kitchen doorway, hands empty, voice even. “You don’t have to.”“I know I don’t have to.” Theo’s grip tightened on the strap. “I’m saying it out loud so you stop waiting for a different answer every time I walk into a room.”Lyra came down the hall with the baby on her shoulder. “No one is following you around for a yes.”“You are,” Theo said, not looking at her. “Not with questions. With the quiet. With the way the air changes when the game gets mentioned. I can feel you both trying not to hope.”June, already in her shoes, glanced between them. “Can we go? Elena’s outside.”“In a minute,” Lyra said.Dimitri leaned his shoulder into the doorframe. “If the answer is no, say no. If it’s yes

CHAPTER NINETY: “If you clap, I’ll know you’re trying too hard.”Theo said it in the car with his bag at his feet and his eyes on the road ahead. “If you don’t clap at all, I’ll know you’re performing the rule. Just be a normal person in the stands. That’s it.”Dimitri’s voice stayed level. “Normal person. High and left. Got it.”Lyra glanced at them both in the rearview mirror. June sat quiet for once, hands folded in her lap like she understood the night was already loaded. The baby slept in the carrier. The gym lights came into view too fast.Inside, the noise swallowed them. Theo went straight to the court without looking back. Dimitri climbed the bleachers and took the same high left section. Lyra settled lower with June and the baby, the space between the two seats deliberate and familiar now.The game started ragged. Theo overhandled the ball twice and barked at himself under his breath. From high and left Dimitri watched without leaning, without reacting, the picture of the o