His Unwanted Wife is the Mafia Princess novel Chapter 45

#Chapter 45 – Give It Up Already

Stella

The morning breeze is light and gentle on my skin. It soothes my aching heart and helps me clear my mind from the events that transpired the previous night.

Clara’s face is burned into my memory, the way she held onto Adrian so casually and so affectionately…it hurts my soul to even think about.

I know that I am divorcing Adrian and plan to get rid of him in my life but a part of me wishes that he would realize Clara’s true nature and come to the conclusion that she is the materialistic parasite in his life, not me.

I need to stop thinking about him. I need to get my head on straight and realize that I can finally be free without Adrian in my life. Without him, I’ll be happy again and I deserve to be happy.

Just thinking about it makes my head hurt. A dull pain forms behind my eyes under the shade of a palm tree. It is just prominent enough to not incapacitate me but is just on the border of being annoying.

What I need is a distraction. I need to find something to do before I am swept away to play the role as a loving wife and caring daughter–in–law.

How could Adrian bring Clara? It is so plain as day as to why she’s here. She was by his room and greeted him with an affectionate kiss. I am so stupid for thinking that I even had a chance with him.

Once we get a divorce, I won’t have to see his stupid face anymore. I won’t have to constantly fight a battle every single day that Clara decides to wage with him as backup. I need someone who will actually be there for me, not the sad excuse that Adrian has been so far.

I grab my laptop from my bag and place it on the glass table in front of me. Taking a sip of coffee, I boot up the computer and pull up the hacker mainframe, marking my status as active. I snoop through job listings, trying to see if there is anything good and easy while I am on my vacation.

In the back of my brain, my mind yells at me to see if Adrian messaged us or if he has created any other job listing to offer our services on. I sigh, the image of Adrian and Clara being all lovey dovey with each other attacking my

mind.

I cover my face with my hands, feeling the tears begin to come all over again.

How could Adrian possibly get mad at me for something that I had no hand in planning while he turns around and does the same thing? How dare he get mad at me for Sebastian showing up when he brought Clara on the side!

Adrian confuses me. One minute, he is nice and warm towards me, holding my hand and bag while we walk around the resort, and the next minute he is accusing me of bringing Sebastian to antagonize him! His actions and motives are giving me such whiplash…I can barely catch my breath around him.

Clearly, Adrian cannot be without Clara. Wherever he goes, she has to follow. He always answers her calls and texts no matter the occasion and has spent the last five years of our lives trying to bring Clara back to life.

He did not even put the much effort towards his own mother like he did with Clara. She truly must be the love of his life. The only woman whom he wishes to see first thing in the morning and the last thing he sees before he falls asleep.

I wish he looked at me the way he does with Clara. I wish that Adrian would look the other way, to look for me in the crowd whenever he enters a room. I wish that he were the one giving me extravagant gifts and shopping sprees instead of being separated into different rooms and holding temporary gifts in my arms.

The ring he gave me on the airplane remains on my finger look down at it, holding my hand out. The diamond

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#Chapter 45- Give It Up Already

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I sigh and draw my hand back to my body, looking down at the piece. He must have bought this for her instead of me. I swallow the ugly truth, the only one that makes sense among the confusion, and turn back to my computer.

One day, I’ll be away from him. Then I’ll be able to breathe again.

The white screen is filled with jobs upon jobs. Many of the are to help others gain information on a cheating spouse or to see what their loved one is hiding from them.

Suddenly, my screen turns black. Green letters and numbers pop up, filling my screen like the unstoppable force of a tsunami. I gasp and pull myself towards the table, my chair scraping against the floor, and begin to type in code of my own, trying to fend off the attackers.

The style is so similar. The way they work around my code and backdoor hacks are exemplary. It’s like they’ve encountered me before…

“What’s this?” Clara’s voice sends chills down my spine. She swipes my laptop away from the table, turning away from me. She begins to walk away.

I gasp and stand, chasing after her. She holds the laptop away from me, sneering at the various lines of code.

“What are you, a hacker or something?” Clara snorts. “Is this what you do for work? Pretending to fix computers for a living while you live off of Adrian’s money?”

“This isn’t funny, Clara! Give it back to me. Now!”

“Look at me,” Clara mocks. She begins to type in random numbers, absolutely demolishing the defenses that I have set up.

Every time she presses the return button, a piece of my soul dies. It gets crushed under the weight of disappointment and anger. I reach for the laptop but she swings it away from me.

“Clara, this is serious. You’re messing with my job,” I try my best to reason with her.

Clara rolls her eyes and turns around. I dodge my laptop in her hands and take a step back. She shifts her weight onto one foot and pops her hip out, looking me up and down with complete and utter disgust in her eyes.

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even Adrian and that boy “Don’t sit here and act like you have a job, Stella,” Clara rolls her eyes. “We all know toy of yours knows that you’re living off of the money that they give to you. You have never worked a day in your life. You have had it so easily because of my mother and I.”

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“Clara,” I warn, stepping forward, “you don’t know what you’re messing with.”

“Don’t I?” Clara sneers. She passes my laptop to her other hand, revealing the screen to me. My eyes attach themselves to the green dot that lights up on the screen.

Shit. They got my camera.