The Mafia Boss Craved My Love after I Dumped HimChapter 1
"Sebastian is having a child with that woman?"
My nails painfully dug into my palm as hot tears streamed down my face. For the last three years, I was never treated as a wife in the true sense of the word, but I stayed loyal to Sebastian. And this shocking revelation about his illicit affair with Hillary had taken its toll on me. My heart hammered inside my chest as I zoomed in on the photo of a sonogram on Hillary’s Instagram with the caption: [Your dad and I are excited to meet you soon. We love you so much, our baby!]
My emotions were overriding every fiber in my body as reality slowly sank in. I felt like dying, except that I was breathing. Pulling all the remaining strength in my body, I took the courage to read the nasty comments all pointing to me.
@anthony246 [yeah, better than the legal one]
@percy_890 [time to leave your lousy wife lol]
@andresmontero [nice catch, man!]
@sandlermachiatto [drop the jinx staying in the penthouse haha!]
I logged out of my account and cried harder against the sheet. I was still in that position when I heard the door open in a blast. Wiping the tears with the back of my hand, I could feel his domineering presence wafting in the entire room, but I took the courage to gaze up at him.
“C-Can we talk?” I managed to ask in between sobs.
He didn’t answer, but his cold glare sent chills down my spine. And before I could say another word, Sebastian walked towards the bathroom and slammed the door closed. I flinched as the strong impact vibrated through my ears as the slosh of water cascaded from the shower. I am certain he was with that woman all day! I was starting to entertain depressing scenarios in my head when the door to the bathroom swung open. Sebastian walked toward the built-in closet and changed into casual clothes. With that, I hinted that he was not staying with me tonight. The thought only made my heart sink, and the cold knot in my stomach tightened even more.
“Sebastian, please... I have something to tell you,” I pleaded softly, carefully getting out of bed.
He shot me with a hard stare and said, “Unless it’s not important, then don’t push it.”
“I saw Hillary’s post.” I bit my lower lip and looked down at my bedroom slippers.
“Don’t get involved. It’s none of your damn business,” he replied in a stern voice.