Divorcing My Mafia Husband While Nine Months Pregnant

Nothing could describe how I was feeling. I felt numb, but at the same time, in so much pain that I couldn’t will myself to move or to do anything. All I could do was weep to my heart’s content on the floor for hours, unable to pick myself up as I allowed myself to have an emotional breakdown.

It didn't make sense that Kade could do such a thing because it was innate for him to carry the following traits: cutthroat, calculating, fiercely loyal, and holding to a deeply ingrained moral code that may not translate for others.

We never had huge arguments; I always kept up with his pace and made sure that I didn't embarrass him in any way. In short, I played the role of a perfect wife; the kind he wanted and needed. So where did things go wrong?

When I had no more tears left to cry, I started contemplating about the future. I began wondering about how things would turn out if Kade was no longer part of my life. Questions such as whether I’d be able to live without him or not kept running through my head until my mind completely went blank.

I stayed in the same position even as my surroundings got very dark. I didn’t want to move or eat, even though I was hungry. The only time I finally moved was when Kade arrived. I squinted at the sudden brightness when he opened all the damn lights. I slowly sat up and watched him put his stuff down.

When he noticed I was there, he raised a brow in question before looking around to see if anything else was amiss. When his eyes landed back on me, he noticed that I wasn’t my usual self, so he cautiously walked toward me as if he were approaching a wild animal. He then crouched down and held my face between his hands.

Unconsciously, I recoiled, but not because I was afraid of him or believed he would harm me. The sensation of repulsion when our skin touched made me pull back and then I felt the strong urge to throw up. I used to love his touch; I even craved it, but I despise it now.

“What's wrong? What happened?” Kade asked, his voice seemingly laced with worry, and I shook my head in response.

“Something's bothering you. I know it. Tell me why you’ve been crying, Ava,” he coaxed.

I looked deep into his eyes wanting to read his thoughts, that perhaps all the things I learned about him were just made-up stories to break our precious marriage. However, the look in his eyes seemed different. Gone was the warmth and compassion they had for me.

I understood now that I had to lie even though I wanted to confront Kade about his affair. I figured I wasn’t ready to fight him on this yet, so I pretended that I knew nothing about Hailey.

“This is nothing, Kade. I just can’t believe that we’re about to meet our baby. I’m just excited, overwhelmed, and emotional. That’s all,” I answered, smiling to hide my inner feelings.

“Oh, honey. Everything’s going to be fine. Now, why don’t we go to bed?” He asked as he stood, stretching his hands out to help me up.

Instead of taking his outstretched hands, I asked where he had been the entire day. He let the question hang for a second before asking where I thought he was. When I answered with a shrug, Kade suddenly got defensive, telling me that he had been working. He even asked if I had forgotten who he was and what his role was to many people before angrily walking out.

As my hands trembled, I unlocked the screen on my phone, and there I found new photos of them on full display. They had spent the entire day together once more and capped the night by having a romantic dinner at one of the expensive restaurants we owned—the one he named after me.