His Unwanted Wife is the Mafia Princess novel Chapter 38

Chapter 38–Delusional or Knowing?

#Chapter 38 – Delusional or Knowing?

Adrian

I am awake before my alarm clock and sound off. A bubbling anticipation forms inside my chest, helping me move throughout my usual morning routine with complete ease. eat my breakfast, knowing that Stella will be home soon to cook it for me like she always does, and get dressed as fast as I can.

While at work, I stare out the office window and watch as birds and clouds pass through the blue sky. I look down at my outfit, a nice three piece suit to impress Stella when she eventually comes back into my arms, and I flick away a small speck of lint that remains against the light gray fabric.

My mind wanders to the gifts that she has bought me. The pictures that the private investigator have remained on my computer and I have, quite shamelessly, tried to figure out what is inside the bags.

I wonder if Stella will bring the gifts to the office or if she has a surprise planned for our wedding anniversary somewhere else. Maybe she is at our home right now getting it all set up before our meeting.

“Sir,” my secretary enters inside my office. I glance up at them, raising an eyebrow as the smile falls from my face. “Your meeting with your wife is about to begin. Your lawyer is waiting for you in conference room A.”

I stand from my desk and nod, buttoning my suit jacket together and navigate my way around the desk. My secretary keeps the door open for me, allowing me to pass her as I break into the open office space.

I know that the employees who work closely to me know all about Stella and I’s marital woes, seeing how it has had such an affect on my mood ever since our troubles began, but I also don’t like knowing that they know aspects about my personal life when they should know none.

But I suppose that is the life that comes with being a successful pharmaceutical CEO. That one news report did say that my personal life will undoubtedly have an effect on stock prices so I suppose their prying eyes and quiet whispers are the least of my problems.

I walk down the hallways and keep to myself. I stare at my phone, waiting to see if Stella has messaged or called to let me know that she is on her way. She usually did this whenever we attended events together but had to come separately.

I turn the corner and find myself face to face with a long hallway of conference rooms. Conference room A, a room usually reserved for private matters, is all the way at the end of the hall with a single clear door. The other ones have clear walls, the glass acting as a barrier despite everyone on the outside being able to look in.

Conference room A, on the other hand, is more private. The door shows nothing as the table is hidden just around the corner. There is a mirror against the wall so everyone inside can see whatever prying eyes there are through the clear door.

I open the door and my personal lawyer stands. His suit is a little less put together than mine and is almost the same shade as the brown wood against the walls. I nod my head at him and sit in my chair, anxiously tapping my fingers against the desk.

“Just in case she serves you papers,” my lawyer begins. I sharply inhale and turn to look at him, raising an eyebrow at the papers he lays in front of me.

There are three distinct papers. They are plans on how to counterattack any claim that she may have on my company, wealth, and assets. I push them back in his direction, shaking my head.

“She’s not going to divorce me,” I say with all of the confidence in the world. I stare at the door, my eyes connecting with the mirror that showcases the hall.

It is a direct line of sight from end to beginning. The hallway is empty with only a few stragglers from previous

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#Chapter 38 – Delusional or Knowing?

meetings leaving and entering. My heart races and my chest tightens only to calm whenever a new figure enters, one that is not Stella.

I look at my lawyer, sitting up in my chair before I check my watch. Hopefully there will be a new one for me to use instead of this old thing, one that I bought as a celebration for hitting my first million sales.

“It’s still early,” my lawyer quietly leans in, “I would strongly advise that we plan our next move together.”

“She is not going to divorce me,” I snap.

“How can you be so sure? You two have been going over the matter for weeks now,” he sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “How can you be so sure?”

“Because she’s my wife,” I turn to look at him, “I know her I know how she’s going to react. What we’re going through is just another quarrel. It is nothing that we cannot handle.”

My lawyer draws in a long and slow breath. He releases it and nods, slipping the stacks of paper back into his leather briefcase.

I spin in my chair and angle my body to face the clear door once again. I stare at the mirror, watching as two figures emerge from the corner of the hallway. My heart pounds inside of my chest. My hands become clammy and my breathing grows hollow.

There she is. There’s Stella walking down the hallway with a man close by her side. Thankfully, it isn’t Sebastian, but is someone new.

They lean in and share a laugh here and there. Their closeness ignites a jealous flame inside of my soul. My expression sours as they stop just outside of the conference room.

I can see Stella’s expression in the mirror, her wide eyes. The man gently places his hands on her cheeks. They lean in and she wears a fresh look of determination on her face.