Page 30 of The Sicilian Billionaire's Neglected Wife
“It’s going to be okay. There’s nothing for you to worry about.”
“But me being here—”
“You’re here because you were meant to be here,” Shayla says with soft firmness.
“H-How do you know that?”
The other woman doesn’t answer right away, but this only makes my worries worsen.
“Shayla?”
“Do you really want to know the truth?”
Instead of simply saying yes, I find myself actually trying to answer my own question by putting myself in her shoes. Why would Shayla act like it was practically destiny for me to come crashing in their rental? Is it because her husband and Adriano are friends? Or is it because they’re the only ones that know the truth about our marriage? What would make Shayla and Adriano different from everyone else?
“Is it because you’re the best lawyers in New York,” I ask unevenly, “and you believe I’ll be in need of your services soon?”
A part of me expects Shayla to confirm this as truth in a matter-of-fact way, but the other woman smiles rather wryly instead.
Huh?
“Let’s just say you’re partially correct.”
I can only shake my head, even more bewildered now. “How—”
“Because all other lawyers you can talk to might tell you to either accept a settlement or lawyer up for a higher payout.”
I swallow hard. “Does that mean our separation is...inevitable?”
“Not at all.”
Her confidence terrifies and reassures me at the same time. “Then w-what would you advise that most others won’t?”
“Wait.”
“For what?”
“For God to move in your marriage.”
Oh.
“What God has joined together, no man can put asunder.”
God.
Shayla says the words so simply, and yet with so much conviction, that I...I just can’t help it.
God, oh God.
I’m bawling my eyes out, and I end up wrapping my arms around my body because it’s shaking so, so hard that I feel like my sobs are about to make me explode with pain at any moment.
“H-He doesn’t love me, Shayla,” I say brokenly. “He s-said so himself.”
Shayla’s own tears start coursing down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry.”
“He doesn’t love me. D-Doesn’t love me. So w-what am I s-supposed to wait for?”
“I wish I knew what to say, but I don’t. All I know is what my heart tells me, and it’s for us to just...wait.”
