Page 136 of Dirty Mafia Sinner
“What?” I gasp, but he disappears down the hillside.
Alessandro’s heart?
No. No. No.
A long sermon begins as my world splinters. Because I know before I see her what this is about. Heart in my throat, I watch and wait, never taking my eyes off him.
Then the group surrounding him parts.
And there she is. A beautiful blond woman at Alessandro’s side. He dips his head to say something to her. A short conversation follows, and I cling to the last threads of hope.
He’s being polite.
She’s no one.
But then her voice rises like she wants the world to hear her, and she exclaims, “Soon-to-be husband.”
I place a hand on the tree to steady myself.
Seconds before Alessandro’s reply knocks my feet from beneath me.
“Wife.”
He clasps her hand, and together they approach the grave.
I tumble against the tree and cling to it.
Alessandro’s engaged. He touched her and took her palm in his hand.
How? When?
Vibrating with anger, I sink to the ground. He betrayed me.
I confided in him and shared my soul with the asshole. Did he miss the part where my father was secretly engaged? How that lie nearly destroyed me? How it twisted the grieving process and turned my emotions black? Months after his murder, I was a ghostly shell.
Now, to discover, Alessandro’s engaged? Did he think I’d never find out? Was he hoping to marry her and keep me on the side?
Yes. That’s exactly what he was doing. Selfishly locking me away, his fuckdoll to play with when the mood strikes.
I curl up into a ball and try to make sense of it. I remain this way, and then somehow manage to get back on my feet.
I spot her, halfway up the hill. His blonde, who waves at me. She’s gorgeous, with long hair and a full figure. “I’m hoping there’s a breeze up here,” she softly says as she approaches me.
Friendly andsweet.
Oh my God.
My eyes drop to the ring on her hand. Huge and ridiculous. Staring at it feels like pieces of diamond shard come at me to pierce my heart. “You’re engaged to Alessandro?” I cry out.
“Excuse me?”
“Or are you already married? He called youwife.”
“Not yet. I’m his fiancée.”
My knees give out, and I drop to them.
She falls to the ground beside me and lightly touches my arm. “Are you okay?”
