My mafia wife is too Domineering.

Chapter 4 Your Woman

My phone rang, and I answered it to find "Wife" calling. I could not even begin to express how shocked and shakey my hands were. Jessy came over and patted my shoulder after noticing a change in my expression.

With a bitter smile on her face, she comforted me, saying, "It is okay, you should pick her call."

“Wife, you called me?” I asked her.

“Where are you?” She asked gently.

“Umm, I'm in my class. Why, do you need anything?” I answered freely. I felt as though a rock was pressing against my chest.

“Why? You dare to question me, huh?” Her voice was deep as she asked. With the phone on speaker, Jessy was equally astounded by her assertiveness. She held her breath and kept silent. Meanwhile, I shuddered back like a kitten.

“Uh, I'm sorry, wife,” I replied meekly.

“Hmm, listen, come early by 1 pm. We have to go to my maternal home,” She stated.

“Uh, suddenly?”

I can't ask 'why', so I replaced it with 'suddenly'.

“Because my mom wants to see you. Got it?”

“Sure.”

“By the way, did you somehow talk to that b***h, huh ?” she asked further.

“No, I didn't.”

"Hmm, take care, honey.” She hung up the call.

Cold sweat continued to trickle down my forehead. I realized my back was completely drenched. 'Lord, are you messing with me?' I muttered under my breath.

Meanwhile, Jessy also regained consciousness. She stared at me and hugged me from behind. I was relieved to have her by my side after witnessing the truth.

"Damn, she is too controlling." I cursed vehemently.

“It's okay, Ryan. I'll be always be there beside you. No matter what, I still love you and always will. If it continues like this, just divorce her, because you still have me." She encouraged me.

“No Jessy, it's not that simple. If someday she finds out that I want to divorce her, then who knows what will happen. It's not that I fear her, it's just that she's too overpowering. It's like she's watching my every move.”

Heading to her bed, Jessy motioned for me to take a seat. Her eyes brightened at the sight of the purple bruise as she started to tenderly caress my face and neck. Then she took me into her hug and started crying.

She said softly, "Ryan, do you remember when you promised me that you would always be loyal and stay by my side for the rest of our lives?" “Well today, I want to tell you that I am willing to be your second wife. I beg you to please allow me to be with you; otherwise, you can keep me as your mistress. This will be our secret. I can not stand to watch that horrible woman inflict pain on you.”

Sob sob

She cried pitifully. I felt hurt, thinking that I was the reason behind her concern, seeing her in such a hopeless state. I stood up slowly and gave her a quick peck on the forehead.

“It's okay. You will always come first, even though the circumstances were regrettable. You will always come first, even though the circumstances were regrettable.

“But-”

“I know you worry about me. I will get through my days, Jenny, but I just can not stand to see you sobbing. How can I lose you when you were my first love, huh?

She glanced shyly at me, her cheeks flushed. “Shameless,” she groaned.

I pulled her into my embrace and said, “Jessy, you are the woman I love, not her. So I –”

Ring ring.

My phone started ringing again before I could say anything more. I was irritated with the person who ruined our priceless moments. Only to see it was my wife calling me. I took few deep breaths before answering.

“Where are you?” she queried. Startled, I looked at the clock and saw that it was 11 p.m. ‘f*****g hell. I need to go for a run.’ I murmured.

“Yes, I am on my way.” I replied hastily and hung up.

“What happened, Ryan?” worried Jenny asked.

“I'm in a hurry, darling. Bye, take care.” She grabbed my hand as I was about to bolt after giving her a quick kiss on the forehead.

She whispered, "Wait, dear, I will go with you," and we dashed to the school gates. But when I noticed a black Mercedes-Benz parked close to our gates, it was already too late. I noticed a woman leaning on the car's hood there, dressed in an olive green skirt and a black top. With dark scarlet lipstick, a cigarette hanging from her lips, and eyeliner on her hazel blue eyes, she looked absolutely stunning. Her hair fluttered in a burgundy wave, adorned with gold rings on her left hand. She really did appear to be a lady who had descended from hell to cause mayhem.

My heart pounded so fast it felt like it would burst from my chest, and my steps grew more deliberate. Not because of how she looked, but rather because of the ominous aura she gave off. In an attempt to comfort me, Jessy grabbed my left hand, but it had the opposite effect. Shanaya turned to face me at that point, only to discover that our hands were clenched. Her rage boiled up as she got closer. She tossed her cigarette aside and gave me a deadpan look.

“How dare you?” With a growl, she clutched my collar.

“No, I brought him, he-” Jessy looked at her lethal aura and tried to respond quickly, but she was cut off mid sentence.

“Shut up. Did I ask you, huh?” She yelled leaving the bystanders to watch a good show.

"Holy s**t, look at those beauties"

"Damn, he must be enjoying it."

"Maybe he's a womanizer. Hahaha."

"Young men nowadays are full of hot blood."

A small group of onlookers were observing and chatting among themselves.

“Now tell me,” She tightened her grip

"Wife, actually, I fell on the staircase coming here, so she gave me a helping hand." I replied hurriedly. She let go of my collar upon hearing that, releasing me from her hold. 'Thank you, God, for providing me with a fresh idea.' Happily I praised him.

“Oh, alright. Thank you for your assistance.” she thanked Jenny.

'What a cruel woman. She didn't even apologize to me. How can my darling stay with her?' she nodded with a smile, but cursed her internally.

“Anyway, let's go honey.” She pulled me, and drove the car from the college. Jessy continued to observe until the taillights went out. With determination in her eyes she murmured, ‘Don't worry Ryan, I'll soon become your woman within a few days.’