Wife of a Ruthless Mafia Boss

CHAP 4

Despite my loneliness, I still forced myself to prepare a dinner date when night came, hoping that he'd celebrate with me on this special day.

After decorating the kitchen, I decided to go upstairs to change my clothes. Somehow, I felt a little excited as I looked for a dress.

I chose a pinkish, above-the-knee tube dress and carried it to the bathroom. I took a shower and fixed myself afterward. I put some more powder on my face and a little lip tint on my lips before I moved quickly when I heard the engine of Valjerome's car.

I felt so nervous, but I couldn't help laughing, thinking that we had still lasted this long despite the way he treated me.

I walked over to my window and watched him arrive. My remaining delight was erased instantly the moment he got out of his car with a woman hugging him. I bit my lip as they started kissing as if they were the only people around. I held my chest and tightly closed my eyes as my tears fell.

"H-Happy anniversary..." I whispered and hurriedly walked towards my bed.

I lay down and let my tears flow. I cried into my pillow and silently asked myself why.

Why can't he love me back?

Why doesn't he try loving me?

I remained in that situation until I decided to leave the room. I was walking silently through the hallway until I stopped at Valjerome's room. I smiled bitterly as I thought of the scene happening inside. Instead of staying in front of his door, I continued walking until I made it downstairs. Even though the scattered staff didn't pay attention to me, I knew that their pity for me was there.

"Hija," there was sympathy in Manang's voice the moment she approached me.

I forced myself to smile. "Has he eaten?" I strained to stabilize my voice.

Manang shook her head slowly. "They immediately went to his room. He didn't even notice the surprise you prepared for him," she said. "Do you want me to call him and tell him to go down?"

I shook my head quickly. "No. It is better that he didn't even see me because... I'll still be embarrassed in the end," I sobbed.

Manang took a deep breath and then hugged me. "Just break up with him, dear," she whispered.

I slowly shook my head and bit my lower lip to suppress my tears.

I still can. I can still handle it.

I let go of Manang’s arms and smiled. "You can go to sleep. I'll take care of the kitchen. I'll just drink a little to help myself sleep."

She looked at me softly and caressed my face. "I am just here, hija."

I nodded slowly in understanding of what she said.

Like I said, I took care of cleaning the kitchen. I put the leftovers in the containers while I gave some of the food to Valjerome’s men. After that, I went to the mini bar counter in the house and poured myself some wine.

I started drinking as I let myself drown in my own thoughts. I remembered the times we pretended to love each other in front of other people because those were the only memories I could say were happy throughout our togetherness. I was already on my third bottle of wine when I smelled Valjerome’s familiar scent. With my sleepy eyes, I turned to him as he sat on the high chair next to me.

"You should sleep. You've already drunk a lot," he said coldly while staring at me.

I scoffed and laughed sarcastically. "As if you care, Valjerome." I shook my head and then poured the wine into my glass.

"Enough, Jazzie," he said sternly while holding my hand to get the glass from me.

I stared at his hand and chuckled painfully. "Now you're holding me," I said in amazement and sadness before looking up at him.

My eyes began to tear up as I looked into his eyes. "Why? Why don't you just take me with you, Valjerome? Why don't you have s*x with me instead? I can also give you what they give you. I can fill your needs as a man, so why not me?" I shouted resentfully and finally burst into tears.

He did not move from his position. He just let me cry and talk all by myself.

"I love you. I do love you! We are already married, but why do you have to treat me like this? Did I do something wrong to you? Have I sinned for you to punish me like this?" I tried to hit him in the chest, but due to my drunkenness, I just stooped low.

I cried hard to let him know my pain. He did not speak. Instead, he gently wrapped his arms around me in support.

"I'll bring you to your room," he said hoarsely as I felt him caressing my hair.

I didn't say a word and just quietly sobbed into his chest. We stayed like that for a few minutes until he carefully lifted me up. I leaned my head against his chest and closed my eyes as he started walking.

"Can you stay with me tonight?" I murmured, still not opening my eyes.

I no longer expected him to grant my request. I knew he'd object, but I still wanted to try.

He didn't answer my question until I felt him tucking me into my bed. I didn't even try to open my eyes and just hugged my pillow sideways, waiting to cry again once he left the room.

I held my breath as the other side of my bed sank. I slowly opened my eyes and looked around when he spoke immediately.

"Just sleep, Jazzie. Do not ever dare to look back," he said lazily with his bedroom voice.

I blinked a few times as I properly lay back in my position.

"Rest now, Jazzie, or else I'll leave this fvcking room," he warned.

I instantly closed my eyes. Despite the pain and frustration I felt, I still couldn’t help but rejoice in the little time he had given me.

"Goodnight, hubby..." I whispered unconsciously before I finally fell asleep.

The next morning, I woke up with a throbbing head and a broken heart as I saw an empty space beside me.

Yeah, right. Everything will always be the same.