Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father novel Chapter 339

The next morning I wake up alone, blinking in the sunlight, and the grief and loneliness hits me like a truck.

I stare at my window, looking at the patch of blue sky visible through it and listening to the sound of the gulls cawing outside, thinking that it’s beautiful here by the sea. Thinking that Kent gave me this refuge away from everything so that I could have it no matter what happened to him.

And I realize that he was clever enough to get me a house filled with rooms, because he knew I’d fill it with the people I love. The people we love.

And then I cover my face with my hands, unwilling to look at any of it, sick with the grief of knowing that I’m waking up here on this gorgeous morning, listening to the sounds of birds and the crashing of surf –

And he’s, what? Sitting in a cinder block cell about three feet from his toilet?

Kent gave me everything.

And I…I have given him nothing.

My eyes still closed, I reach out my hand to stretch across the bed, to the place he should be sleeping.

And then I smirk, thinking that if Kent were here we wouldn’t be sleeping in this little room. Janeen has the master, and while she offered it to me the night I got here, I waved her off. It would be ridiculous for her to give up the bedroom she’s been sleeping in for months just because I technically own the house.

But if Kent had been there with me?

Yeah. Janeen would be out. I laugh a little to think on it.

Then I open my eyes, looking over at the empty expanse of my bed, and I smile a little to remember the last night when Kent came through the wardrobe and slept with me in my too-small bed, wrapped up in my floral comforter.

If I had known that was going to be our last night, I wouldn’t have let him go so easily that morning. I would have…

But I groan, and cover my face with my hands, and force my mind away from it. Because it doesn’t matter what I would have done.

What matters now…