The Mafia King's Unknown Doctor Wife novel Chapter 8

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Chapter 8

Immediately, a new message appeared from the unknown ller.

“I’m your husband.”

Elena let out a sigh of relief. That made sense–Mr. Fabio had probably given him her number. So no one in the mafia knew her real phone number, and she wasn’t talking to anyone dangerous.

Elena smiled and began typing out an apology message, but her husband sent another message.

“You said you were busy, so I will be brief. I wish to divorce

That caught Elena off guard, knocking her smile right off.

“Sorry,” she typed out, “but can I ask why?”

She debated leaving it there but decided to double–text. When talking to practically a stranger, she wanted to make sure the ambiguity of her tone didn’t lead her husband to misconstrue her meaning.

“I mean, if that’s what you really want, I won’t object. But your grandfather made it sound like you really wanted a wife, and we haven’t even met once, so I don’t understand why you’re calling it quits already.”

Three dots in a row let Elena know her husband was typing a reply. It took another two minutes before it was sent to her.

“I am not entirely opposed to married life, but I do not wish to be married to a promiscuous woman. The noise from your apartment was unmistakable.”

“I have no desire to sully the relationship between you and my grandfather–I doubt he would even believe me if I told him about his guardian angel’s sexual appetite,” he continued. “But I would not have agreed to this marriage if I knew this about you. Therefore, I would like us to divorce as soon as possible.”

Elena squinted at the message in confusion. So her husband had stopped by in person, or at least got to the right floor before he left? She must’ve still been at work.

“I think you heard my roommate,” Elena confessed. “I also work odd hours like you, so when she’s alone with a man, she can forget about our neighbors.”

“I called this number a few hours ago,” her husband replied. “You were with a man then.”

“I got called into work early and forgot my phone. My roommate answered while she was on a date. I’m sorry if she was rude, by the way–she’s normally really nice.”

“Was she on a date with the same man who visited her at your apartment?”

“Honestly, I have no idea.”

The conversation stalled, but only for a minute. Elena’s phone buzzed as her husband sent a new message.

“I am unsure whether to believe you. I have only your word to go on.”

Elena considered her husband’s words. If she were in his shoes, she’d probably be hesitant, too. Despite giving Aria’s sex life a pass, Elena wasn’t sure she’d be able to settle down with a man as wild as Aria in that respect

Add in the fact that his grandfather no doubt talked Elena up a lot, and Elena could see where he was coming from. She could, admittedly, agree to the divorce. She didn’t want to be married to a man who didn’t want her that would be a recipe for disaster. But she also felt bad about breaking her promise to Mr. Fabio.

And a tiny, selfish part of her wanted to be married a little longer just in case Don Morello really was still looking

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