His Unwanted Wife is the Mafia Princess novel Chapter 25

#Chapter 25- Let Me Explain!

Adrian

“Stella!” I repeat, forcing my feet to move in her direction. Stay right where you are!”

Random people on the street stare at us. They point and stare, a few of them even taking out their phones to record us. I glare at them as I pass by, making them turn away and mind their own damn business.

Stella’s eyes widen and she turns around. I stare at the back of her head, her dark brown hair flying in the air as she swivels on her heels. She steps towards the door and is already motion towards the apartment lobby door.

I quicken my pace, my feet pounding against the ground, and snatch her wrist in my hand. She turns to look at me and tries to snatch her hand back but I keep her right in front of me.

“Stella,” her name vibrates against my throat. Her skin is like fire against my fingers, burning into my skin. I try to keep my voice quiet, though, not wanting to alert the people around us and have our marital issues be brought to the media’s attention before I can put a stop to it.

“Let go of me, Adrian,” she warns, her voice sharp and deadly. I shake my head at her, pulling her into my chest.

“Why were you with him?” I ask in a low, gravelly voice, “What was he doing here?”

“Why does it matter to you?” Stella shoots back. She takes a step backwards, putting distance between us. It pains me to have her be so far away from me.

“It matters,” 1 force the words out of my mouth, looking into her hazel eyes, “because I am your husband. I deserve to have a conversation with my wife.”

“You don’t be my husband for much longer,” Stella yanks her wrist away from my grasp.

My hand suddenly feels cold without her touch. I shudder, quickly hiding how much the loss of her touch truly

affects me

“You didn’t answer my question,” I press on, narrowing my eyes at her. My once perfectly placed hair falls into my face, the blonde strands slightly obscuring my vision.

Stella remains silent. Her eyes dart around the environment that surrounds us, looking around for help that will never come. Her silence drives me crazy, pushing me towards the brink of losing my mind.

How can she be so silent at a time like this? Does she not know what she is doing to me? How she has been on my mind ever since she told me that she’ll divorce me?

And to think that she probably went out after she left. Hell, the probably went over to wherever Sebastian told her to go, finding solace in his embrace.

That’s why he dropped her off, right? It is bold of him to drop her off in broad daylight. Out of all people, he has to know that there are people who are always watching men of our status.

I guess to Stella, though, that my status and wealth is well below Sebastian’s.

“What does he have that I don’t?” 1 expect her to answer my question.

Stella’s gaze burns into my eyes. She continues to be quiet, refusing to answer any of my questions.

Her once happy expression one that she had with him and not me is now gone. A scowl has been carved into her face and the warmth in her eyes has turned ice cold. It makes me shudder to know that I am most likely the target of her newfound anger and hatred.

+25 BONUS

“Stella,” 1 clear my throat, leaning down so our eyes are at the same level. “Answer me. Now.”

“I don’t owe you a thing, Adrian,” Stella pushes past me. She heads for the lobby doors, stomping her feet on the ground. I grab her wrist once again and pull her back to me, refusing to let go this time.

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“Why are you being so difficult? I need to talk to you about something important,” I necessitate the need for us to talk, trying to get her to listen.

“Oh? Really? You need to talk to me?” Stella scoffs, pulling her arm away from me yet again. “Because it seems like you’re badgering me with your questions and insecurities instead of having a civil conversation.”

I swallow a scoff that threatens to leave my mouth.

Insecurities? Me? Is she serious? I bite my tongue, not wanting to throw any more low blows her way, and take a deep breath.

“Let’s have a conversation, then,” I try to match her words, wanting to appeal to her mood instead of my heightened emotions.

“No,” she immediately responds, furiously shaking her head, “I don’t want to talk to you.”

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I scoff. I can feel my anger start to take hold of my body and mind. I step forward, hands trembling from up frustration towards her and her attitude.

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“Let me guess, you don’t want to talk to me because I don’t shower you with gifts and money like he does? If it’s money you want, Stella, I can give that to you!” I raise my voice but quickly fall silent, realizing that we are out in public

“My life,” Stella glares at me, “is not run by money and luxury like you think it is. And, quite frankly, I don’t care what new reason or excuse you’ve come up with to try and get me to stay. I’m going through with the divorce whether you like it or not, Adrian.”

Her words chill me to my core. I am unsure on how to respond to her. Is everything that she’s led me to believe been a big fat lie?

“Stella,” I breathe out from defeat, pinching the bridge of my nose, “if you could just give me a minute to explain, I can-”

“Leave me alone, Adrian. I don’t want to talk or see you any more than I have to,” Stella turns around.

I reach out and place my hand on her shoulder. She snaps around and pushes my hand off of her body, acting like I had just burned her.