The Mafia King's Unknown Doctor Wife novel Chapter 363

Elena was so frustrated. Because this was the problem, wasn't it? How was she supposed to trust Massimo when he had been lying and sneaking around behind her back?

Wasn't that just what her parents used to do? Wasn't Tyler using similarly ridiculous schemes—albeit with more force—to get her at his side? How was Elena supposed to trust that Massimo was different when he resorted to the same old tricks?

Elena wanted to believe that Massimo had her best interests at heart. She wanted to trust that he would protect her. But hadn't even told her that they were married!

Elena wasn't sure what to believe anymore.

She sighed, running her fingers through her frazzled and wind-swept hair. She felt like crying or screaming—or maybe both. And she didn't want to do that with an audience.

She let her hands rest over her eyes as she looked up at the sky. "Can you just drop me off at Birch Park? It's less than five minutes from here?"

"Sure," Massimo replied quietly.

The ride was silent. The drop off was silent. And even now, in the tiny park sandwiched between a mall and several museums, Elena sat on an old park bench in complete silence.

She used to love coming here after school. Elena enjoyed seeing so many happy faces and imagining what had caused those strangers so much joy.

It was the only time Elena felt part of something. It was easy for her to feel isolated from her peers, especially since they didn't know about her mafia connections.

Elena suddenly realized that she, like the park itself, has never fit in here. She didn't belong with her classmates nor even the other mafia families. And now, given everything that happened in the past twenty-four hours, Elena was even more sure she didn't belong.

Despite living in this town for her entire life, Elena felt like a stranger—just one of the thousands of visitors passing through.

Elena wondered if Massimo ever felt like that.

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