Rejected by My Husband, Cherished by the Don novel Chapter 19

Chapter 19

“You look quite happy,” Marco said with a grin as he looked at me through the rearview mirror.

I turned my head to look at Antonia, who was still rooted to the spot.

“Yeah,” I replied happily. “After all, seeing someone who hates you be too scared to get on your bad side is a joyous occasion, no?

“Of course,” Marco answered without any hesitation.

I was in high spirits, but I still wanted to question him. “I thought you would think that I was acting despicably.”

“Why would you think that?” Marco asked, sounding a little panicked. “You’re the treasure of the Scapuzzi family, Gina. I also cherish you a lot. I only worry that I’m not treating you well enough. Everything that you do is perfectly reasonable from my perspective. You deserve to live a carefree life.”

His voice was suddenly colored with loneliness as he continued, “You have no idea how much I wanted to take you away when you were with Stefano. I called you so many times. I would have taken you away the moment you gave the word, even if I could only stay by your side as your uncle.

“But you chose him every time.”

Only then did I remember that Marco had called me every week when I had just gotten together with Stefano. He would tell me about Grandpa’s condition and how the Scapuzzi family was holding up. After chatting about this and that, he would discreetly ask me if I was happy.

I was trapped in the illusion of happiness that the Farro brothers had created for me at the time, and I would tell him that I was happy every time without any hesitation.

I wasn’t sure why I didn’t realize that Marco had been acting strangely at the time. He had always been a direct person, and yet he had used such roundabout ways to inquire about my well-being.

I suddenly felt a wave of sadness wash over me. While I had been feeling anguished over Stefano, Marco had silently waited

for me.

“I’m sorry,” I choked out.

A few seconds later, my nose began to sting, and I felt something drip from my eyes.

“Don’t cry.”

Marco frantically stopped the car next to the curb before he clumsily wiped my tears with his handkerchief.

“You know I’m most terrified of you crying, Gina,” he said in a helpless voice that was colored with heartache.

“Actually, I wasn’t that pitiful. I had already decided that I would steal you away once Mr. Scapuzzi recovered. I wouldn’t have let you go back to that irresponsible man and allow him to hurt you even if you cried so pitifully just like this when the time

came.”

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