Goodbye, Mafia Ex-Boyfriend
Chapter 7
"Siena. Why are you home."
Why am I home.
Why shouldn't I be home.
I suddenly felt like a clown who accidentally walked into someone else's house.
"Should I not be here."
"No. I mean you have not been home for two days. I thought you went out to have fun so I..."
Franco explained with deep guilt.
"Oh. So you brought your new toy here for the night."
I looked at him as calmly as if he were a complete stranger.
Luna jumped out first like a dancing monkey.
"Watch your mouth. I am not a toy."
I had already decided to leave.
That did not mean I would swallow my anger when dealing with Luna.
"Did I name you. You exposed yourself. You really are an idiot."
I showed no mercy to the cheating trash standing in front of me.
Maybe my words struck a nerve.
Or maybe he was terrified of losing the Moretti family's funds behind me.
Franco suddenly yelled.
"Luna. Shut your mouth."
I steadied my emotions and returned to my cold demeanor.
I raised an eyebrow.
"Franco. Are you not going to explain."
"I am sorry Siena. I will explain everything to you in a minute."
He started pushing Luna toward the door.
"Luna, go back first."
Luna stumbled backward as Franco shoved her.
She twisted her body and kept shouting unwillingly.
"Siena. You might chase me out today. But I will walk back in here with full honors one day."
I watched Franco and smiled at her words.
"Sure. I will wait and see. I will wait to see Franco marry you."
"Hmph. Just you wait."
Luna kept running her mouth even as Franco dragged her into the courtyard.
"Let me tell you Siena. The unloved one is the real mistress. Franco loves me. We..."
Luna's voice faded into the air as the distance grew.
I stared at their retreating backs.
I suddenly wondered if Luna was right.
I followed Franco for so many years without a title or status.
I asked for nothing.
And this was how I ended up.
Was this really what I wanted.
An unknown number called my phone later that day.
A female voice spoke through the receiver.
"Siena, I advise you to stay far away from him. I am carrying Franco's child right now. He will never marry you. Just give up on that dead dream."
I blocked the number casually.
But she kept finding new ways to text me from different numbers.
She sent a barrage of useless messages.
[Franco came with me to my ultrasound today. The baby is seven months along. He said he is so excited to be a father. He says the baby looks like him. He promised we will get married as soon as the baby is born.]
A picture of Franco kissing her pregnant belly followed.
[Franco took me to book the luxury maternity suite today. He washed the baby's clothes with his own hands.]
A picture of Franco bending over to hand-wash a pair of tiny socks was attached.
My heart still twisted with intense, agonizing pain.
No matter how calm I tried to be.
Seeing Franco look so incredibly happy washing baby clothes still hurt.
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