Page 15 of Mafia Wedding

"I told him we won't be able to join them for lunch," Stelios says curtly as he leads us out of the stadium.

"Why?"

Eddie opens the door for us, and Stelios waits until we're inside his limo before answering.

"Helene's dead."

I stare at him blankly.

"It's what your grandfather called to tell me, and since I can tell you're already wondering about it, the answer is no. Neither your grandfather nor Kayra or I had anything to do with her death."

Stelios says something else about Helene dying of natural causes and Papou wanting to meet with us, but I have a hard time concentrating since all I can think about is her.

Helene is dead.

She's the only person in this world who would've made sure hell would break loose if Stelios and I were to divorce.

And that person is now dead.

My gaze darts back to my husband, and this time I really can't help shrinking back when I see the rage burning in his slate-gray eyes.

"You're mad at me," I whisper unsteadily.

"What else should I be?" Stelios snarls. "Am I supposed to be happy that my wife asked for a fucking divorce?"

"I'm s-sorry—-"

Stelios' fingers curl into a fist, and even though I know he'd rather kill himself than hurt me, I still end up scooting back to the opposite side of the seat.

"Don't fucking say sorry if you're not planning to take the words back."

I no longer know what to say at this point, and all I can do is stare at him helplessly.

"Tell me something, Bailey."

The calmness of Stelios' voice is terrifying, and it reminds me of the stories Astro used to tell me about him.

The calmer he is, the deadlier he gets.

"How long has this been in your mind?"

Even though I have no plans of answering such a leading question, my resting bitch face has apparently failed me—-

"I see."

His tone is so, so quiet, and it's enough to make me jump in my seat. "Stelios, I'm—-"

My husband cracks his knuckles, and the rest of my words die in my throat.

"Why do you want a divorce, Bailey?"

"D-Do we really need a reason at this point? Helene's already dead—-"

"Just answer the fucking question," Stelios bites out.

"It's n-not you—-"

"Is it because you love someone else?"

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