The Mafia King's Unknown Doctor Wife novel Chapter 221

Elena frowned. After everything, the small church of St. Mary’s was empty? Had her mystery inchad waly kicked up such a fuss only to stand her up once aga

Her phone buzzed. Elena wanted to scream. She knew the text message wold be her excuse tomto husband–and she wasn’t in the mood to argue with him so early in the morning

But Elena decided it was better to get all this over with sooner rather fam later, sogov geted the toe sorte message.

It was indeed from her husband. But the message’s contents were far different than what Elena expected

*“Please enter deeper into the church. There’s a confessional in the back right comes. The first door to the confessional is slightly open–please use that one.”

Elena did as she was told. There was indeed a small confessional box, exactly as her husband had described the opened the first door–the door ordinary people would usually enter to confess their sins to a priest

The confessional was small with a dark wooden inside. It felt even more ancient than the rest of the dimech At least there was a small wooden chair built into the wall that Elena could sit at.

There was a small window on the opposite wall. Ordinarily, that would’ve let Elena see into the priest’s side of the box, but there was a thin black curtain that blocked her view.

Though Elena couldn’t make out the details, she could tell by the shadows cast on the doth that someone was indeed on the other side.

“Are you my husband then?” Elena asked hesitantly.

“Yes,” the mystery man replied. “Thank you for coming.”

On the other side of the confession booth, Massimo was trying desperately to remain calm. He had tried to think of everything–from the curtain to block Elena’s vision to speaking in a lower register. Massimo had spent hours practicing lowering his voice.

Hopefully, this was all enough to fool Elena.

Unfortunately, the curtain meant Massimo could also only see Elena’s outline. All the subtle details of her emotions would be lost–but that was no different from when they texted.

“We haven’t met before, have we?” Elena asked.

Massimo frowned. “No,” he replied hurriedly. “I would’ve thought that was obvious?”

Elena gave a short, breathy laugh–there was no humor to it. “Yeah, that’s right. Sorry, your voice just sounds a little familiar.”

“Does it?” Massimo asked, trying his best to sound nonchalant. He needed to think of a plausible lie–when would a workaholic mechanic have met people. “Have you ever gotten your car repaired?”

“No,” Elena replied. “I’m a public transportation girl. Forget it, my brain is probably just working too hard trying to figure out your identity–this is like something straight out of a movie.”

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She laughed for a moment–this time, it sounded genuine and full of joy.

“Anyways, it’s nice to meet you,” Elena continued. “I’m Elena, your wife.”

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Massimo thought it was interesting Elena only chose to use her first name. Was she trying to hide her ties to the mafia world? The Vitales weren’t a big or powerful family, but locals from New York might recognize the name all the same.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Elena,” Massimo replied. “As I already said, I’m the husband my grandfather set you up with.”

It was at this moment Massimo realized he hadn’t thought of an alias for himself. Hopefully, he could steer the topic somewhere else before Elena noticed-

“What should I call you?” Elena immediately asked.

“Me? I’m Ma-”

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