My Mafia Husband Married His Mistress Chapter 08

My Mafia Husband Married His Mistress Chapter 08

My destination was a tiny mountain town hidden 

between rivers and forests. 

Nobody knew me there. 

It was perfect. 

After wandering for a few weeks, I used the money 

Roman sent me to buy a small two–story house on 

the edge of town. 

I tilled a patch of soil in the yard and planted 

oleanders. 

My favorite flowers. 

Life slowly settled into place. 

I even found work helping autistic children. 

Watching them slowly respond to the world. 

because of my efforts brought tears to my eyes. 

I thought my new life was finally safe. 

Then the past found me again. 

One evening, Roman appeared outside the clinic 

where I worked. 

The second he saw me, he slowly stood up and 

forced out a weak smile. 

“Sienna… it’s been a long time.” 

“You look peaceful again. Like you did back in 

school.” 

He looked terrible. 

Gone was the polished, handsome mafia boss. 

Now he had messy stubble, wrinkled clothes, and 

cigarette butts scattered around his feet. 

I immediately pulled out my phone. 

“Get out. Right now.” 

“Or I’m calling the cops.” 

“Please, Sienna!” 

He stepped toward me desperately. 

“Can’t you forgive me? I made mistakes, but I never stopped loving you!” 

“Ten years ago, after your father sold you off, I 

was the one who found you! I stayed beside you 

the entire time!” 

“I married Elara to protect you from my family!” 

“I gave her the title, but my heart always belonged 

to you!” 

“I even let you cage me up like I was some kind of animal! Doesn’t any of that count for something?” 

Watching him drown in self–pity almost made me 

laugh. 

“Roman… do you even know what love is?” 

He blinked, caught completely off guard. 

“…What?” 

“You seriously think any of that was love? Taking pity on the broken girl? Feeling sorry for me?” 

“I told you I was never assaulted, and you never 

believed me.” 

“The second you saw those photos, you decided I‘ 

was dirty.” 

“You wanted to marry me, but you wanted Elara 

too.” 

“You wanted both.” 

“Just admit it. You loved having control over 

everything.” 

Roman opened his mouth to argue. 

Nothing came out. 

“Roman, for the sake of what we once had, I’ll bet 

honest.” 

“Get out of my life.” 

“It’s over.” 

I turned around, walked back into my yard, and 

slammed the door in his face.. 

That night, I could see the glow of his cigarettes 

outside my window. 

By morning, he was gone. 

The cigarette butts had all been cleaned up. 

But one branch of my oleander bush had been. 

snapped in half. 

Roman used to warn me those flowers were poisonous. 

Six months later, I saw Roman on the news. 

the scandal had completely obliterated his 

standing within the Syndicate. 

He lost his heir status and disappeared into a 

private rehabilitation estate. 

Three days earlier, Elara escaped custody. 

She broke into the estate and stabbed Roman 

three times. 

He was in critical condition. 

Elara was still on the run. 

Unease settled deep in my chest. 

I asked my coworker, Miles Grayson, for some time off. 

“That news really shook me,” I admitted. 

Miles nodded seriously. 

“You need to be careful.” 

“Actually… I was planning to take some time off too.” 

He hesitated briefly. 

“Maybe we could… keep an eye out for each 

other?” 

I didn’t say no. 

The next day, Miles showed up at my house carrying bags full of safety gear. 

“Personal alarm, pepper spray, tactical knife…” 

He carefully explained every item one by one. 

I couldn’t help laughing. 

“Take this seriously, Sienna. You need to learn how 

to use this stuff.” 

Seeing how serious he looked, I finally stopped 

smiling. 

“Thank you.” 

“If you ever need someone to go somewhere with 

you, call me anytime.” 

As Miles turned to leave, I grabbed his sleeve 

gently. 

“Actually… I need to buy groceries.” 

“Wanna come with me?” 

“And as a thank–you, I’ll cook you dinner.” 

Miles agreed. 

We hit the grocery store together, cooked side by side, and laughed like idiots the whole night. 

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt that kind 

of pure, simple peace. 

After dinner, Miles insisted on washing the dishes. 

Night had fully fallen by the time he dried his 

hands. 

“Thanks for dinner,” he said softly, “I should get 

going.” 

I walked him to the front door. 

That was when the attack came. 

A dark figure lunged out of the shadows. 

“Sienna Hartley! Die!” 

I didn’t even have time to scream before Miles 

shoved me backward and took the impact for me.. 

He let out a painful grunt. 

“Miles!” 

I grabbed him in panic. 

“Are you okay?!” 

“I’m fine.” 

He never let go of me. 

Keeping his body wrapped protectively around. mine, he kicked the attacker away, slammed the front door shut, and locked the deadbolt before finally calling the police. 

Later, the police confirmed everything. 

After stabbing Roman, Elara had come hunting for 

me next. 

But Roman stopped her. 

He had secretly left the hospital and driven. through the night to protect me. 

He restrained Elara until the police arrived. 

But on the way to the hospital, he died from his injuries. 

Elara was sentenced to death. 

The Syndicate claimed his body. 

The day after his funeral service, I visited his 

grave. 

I placed a single oleander flower in front of the headstone. 

For a moment, I thought I saw him the way he 

used to be when we were young. 

We’re even now.