I Was Getting Married and My Mafia Boyfriend Had No Idea About It
Five years ago, I was his life and I thought we would be the end game until Rosalin, his new assistant, seeped into our life.
It began with urgent late night meetings. Our dinner conversations, once filled with shared secrets and soft laughter, were replaced by the rhythmic tapping of his thumbs against his phone. He stopped looking at me across the table, his gaze permanently fixed on the glowing screen as he replied to her "emergency" texts.
When I’d walk into his office, the air would turn brittle. He’d stop talking mid-sentence, Rosalin leaning over his shoulder with a look that wasn't professional.
But the breaking point was when he left me waiting for six hours on our anniversary Gala to celebrate Rosaline’s birthday.
“We got occupied with something, Victoria.” He said, “Rosaline has brought cake for you. It was her birthday as well.”
Just then a notification came into my phone. It was Rosaline’s post. She had posted a picture minutes before entering the gala.
She was sitting in a seven-star hotel, the one I asked Jayden to book for our Anniversary but he refused after saying it was full.
She had been cutting her birthday cake surrounded by red candles’ flames and a pair of hands had cupped hers. Jayden’s hands.
He had ghosted our Anniversary Gala to celebrate Rosaline’s birthday!
That was when I realised, I had no future with this man.
I will disappear from his world, taking his child with me.