Todos los capítulos de The Mafia Don’s Forgotten Wife: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The bedroom lights snapped on.When I opened my eyes, Matteo stood by the closet door, speaking into his phone. He made no effort to lower his voice.“Have them bring the car around. I want to see him before nine.”He ended the call. A moment later, Nico pushed into the room looking for his backpack, yanking drawers open and slamming them shut.“Where’s my school ID?”“Second drawer of the entryway cabinet,” I said with my eyes closed.He found it quickly. His footsteps faded down the hall, leaving the bedroom door open.In the quiet that followed, I remembered that yesterday had been my fortieth birthday. I had spent the evening waiting for them.The cake I had baked still sat in the dining room. The wine we had saved since the year Matteo and I married remained unopened.I reached for my phone. Sofia’s photo from last night was still on the screen. She stood at the Moretti estate with Matteo on one side and Nico on the other.Her caption read: A hundred days since I came home. It fee

That afternoon, I walked for a long time and ate dinner at a small restaurant. The table barely held my plate and glass. The server had no idea who I was. I ordered what sounded good, then enjoyed the meal at my own pace.I thought of Matteo and Nico. Each time my phone showed more messages, I felt the urge to ask how dinner at the estate was going. I left the phone in my bag. Matteo had people to help him host it.The living-room lights were on when I returned.Matteo, Nico, and Sofia sat at the dining table. A cake stood between them, more than half of it already cut. Nico had a fork in his hand, and all three were laughing.They fell quiet when they saw me.Sofia rose first. “Elena, you’re home. I only found out yesterday was your birthday, so I brought a cake.”A chocolate plaque on top still read Happy Birthday. Most of the cake around it had been served.“We waited a while,” she said. “Nico thought the frosting might spoil, so we had some. I hope you don’t mind.”Nico took anothe

A nurse asked whether I wanted to notify my family. I looked at my contacts for a few seconds.“I can sign the forms myself,” I said. “If you need to reach someone after surgery, I’ll give you a number.”She nodded and explained each step.The next morning, I was walking slowly along the hospital corridor, one hand against the wall. Matteo arrived as I turned back toward my room.“The house manager just told me,” he said. “You had surgery last night?”“Yes.”“Why didn’t you call?”His collar sat crooked from the rush over. Looking at it, I remembered a call I had made a month ago, on the night after my mother’s funeral.I had left a relative’s house alone. A stranger followed me for part of the walk, then seized my arm on a side street and tried to pull me toward a car.I hit the emergency contact button on my phone. Matteo answered. I managed to tell him the street I was on. Laughter came through the line, and I heard Sofia ask him what he thought of her Halloween costume.Matteo had

Matteo stood in front of me, his face pale. A few minutes earlier, he had been laughing with someone on the terrace.“Why?” he asked.I had expected him to ask what he was supposed to do about my uncle, or about the partnership our families had yet to settle.Instead, he looked at me and asked again. “Why do you want a divorce?”“Do you really not know?”“I know you’re angry with me.” He swallowed. “I shouldn’t have lied to you on your birthday. I apologized.”His second sister finally found a chance to speak.“Elena, it was one birthday dinner. Matteo even came to bring you home from the hospital. What more do you want?”I turned to her. “You’re right. It was one dinner. So you don’t have to worry that I’ll stay here and make a scene over it for the rest of my life. I’m leaving.”She opened her mouth.Matteo put a hand on the edge of the table.“Let’s not discuss this here. We’ll go home.”“Your sisters discussed my marriage, my son, and what work I ought to do for you in front of eve

The next morning, the house manager asked whether my uncle Antonio was still coming at the scheduled time.“Matteo invited him. Matteo can receive him.”“He specifically asked whether you’d be here.”“Tell him the truth. I’m here, but I won’t take part in their meeting.”Before long, I heard a car in the courtyard. From the window, I watched my uncle get out. He was older now and walked more slowly, but when he saw Matteo, he did not offer his hand.They spoke in the study for less than half an hour.Antonio looked unhappy when he left. Matteo walked him to the door, then came upstairs and knocked on mine.“Your uncle says he needs to reconsider working with us.”“Then you need to talk to him.”“I did. He said you’d promised that either family would be told in advance about any major change. Now you want a divorce, and he heard it from someone else.”I set down the document I had been reading.“Does he know that you and Nico didn’t come to the hospital the day my mother died?”Matteo s