We Never Met Again

The Godfather, Matteo Cross, loved me like I was his whole world. However, he had once cheated on me with a college student. To make it up to me, Matteo pushed aside all family business affairs and stayed by my side for eight straight months, the kind where we were together twenty-four hours a day, never apart for even a second.

I thought he had finally changed until last night, when I woke from a nightmare and went looking for my medication. As I passed the study, I heard Matteo speaking softly and affectionately into his phone.

“Baby, you’re so tempting… Just hang in there a little longer. Once you give birth to the child, I’ll stay with you.”

It took me only three seconds to accept the truth: the man who once swore he loved me was completely gone. With that, I decided then and there to immigrate to Atlantica with my grandfather.

I stood at the doorway and watched the entire exchange, my heart feeling as though it was wrenched out of my chest.

So, the reason he stayed by my side for those eight months was that he was afraid I’d find out his mistress was pregnant and try to hurt them?

I snickered and turned toward the living room. Not long after, Matteo walked out of the study.

Seeing the lights on, he asked me, “Why are you awake?”

When I didn’t answer, he quickly crossed the room, pulled me into his arms, and pressed a warm hand against my forehead.

“I had to deal with some work stuff earlier. Did another nightmare wake you up? I’ll call the family doctor over.”

“There’s no need.” I moved away from his touch.

Matteo chuckled softly before picking up a gift box from the table.

“I was planning to surprise you tomorrow morning, but since you’ve found it, go ahead and open it. You’ll love it.”

I unwrapped the box and found a jewelry set inside. However, from the full collection, he had only given me one piece. The rest were probably meant for the woman he cheated with, Riley Shaw.

Riley was a proud artist who looked down on women like me, the so-called “perfect wife.” She often made bold statements about that at public events.

“If a woman discovers her man cheated, she should leave him.”

However, as the woman who inserted herself into someone else’s marriage, did she really have the right to say that?

I ran my fingers over the cold jewelry and replied politely, distant as ever. “Thank you.”

“Get some more sleep. I’ll wake you once breakfast is ready.” Matteo took my hand and led me toward the bedroom upstairs.

Halfway up the stairs, I suddenly asked, “What exactly do you like about Riley?”

He paused.

“Kelsey, you’re the woman I love. It’s just that Riley and I happened to be very compatible in bed.”

My heart ached painfully.

“Matteo, I’m your wife, and I’m listening!”

He kissed my lips lightly and