A Love like the Moon on Water

In the fifth year of our long-distance relationship, I secretly quit my job without telling my boyfriend, Ian Gambino, and travelled more than a thousand kilometers to South Bordington.

I wanted to give him a surprise: to get registered and married to him.

He worked as a bodyguard for the biggest mafia Don in South Bordington. His job kept him extremely busy, and we were often out of contact.

The last time we spoke, he said he had to accompany his boss to an underground auction for security. The job would last three months.

Relying solely on the address that I remembered, I managed to find the place.

When the guards at the entrance heard that I was looking for Ian Gambino, their expressions turned a little strange.

"Don Ian is still busy. Please wait a moment," one of them said.

I froze.

Don Ian?

Before I could process what he meant, I heard him whispering to the person next to him, "So, she's the one that the Don keeps outside? How did she end up here? If Donna Jeanine finds out about this, she's going to cause a huge scene."

I was just about to explain to them that they had the wrong person when a woman in a custom-made evening gown walked in. The staff immediately fell silent and addressed her respectfully, "Donna Jeanine."

She was on the phone, her voice coquettishly sweet. "Honey, I'm here. You promised you'd come with me and the baby for the medical checkup this time!"

From the other end of the call came a deep male voice, filled with affection. "Darling, it'll be over soon. Go take a rest in the VIP lounge. Don't tire yourself out."

I had listened to that voice for five years.

It belonged to Ian Gambino.

Thud!

My canvas backpack fell to the ground.

When I bent down to pick it up, a doctor's appointment sheet landed right next to my feet. I took a glimpse.

The time of conception was three months ago.

At that time, Ian Gambino, my boyfriend, told me that he was out on a mission. He would often only reply to my messages once every few days. There was one time when we were on a video call that I saw scratches on his back when he turned around to change his top.

"I accidentally hurt myself while protecting the Don," he replied.

I saw a hint of panic in his gaze as he added, "Vivian, you've been with me for so many years. Have you ever seen me with anyone else?"

I trusted him. I even apologized to him, saying that I was just too sensitive.

I no longer needed to guess how he got those scratches anymore.

The woman accepted the appointment slip from me and thanked me.

Seeing me standing there, she asked, "Are you here to look for Ian as well?"

I nodded, feeling my throat close up. I could not find a single word.

"Let's head to