I Sold His Gifts To Leave My Mafia Husband Chapter 04
I stood in the freezing wind, the phone still pressed to my ear.
Grandma huddled in the wheelchair and whispered, “Daisy, I’m cold.”
This time, she said my name correctly.
I shoved the phone into my bag and crouched down to hold her.
“I’m here. We’ll be somewhere warm soon.”
I stepped into the road, flagging down cars.
Finally, a taxi pulled over.
I climbed into the back with Grandma in my arms.
“To the nearest emergency room. Please, hurry.”
At one in the morning, Grandma was admitted to a hospital room.
The doctor told me her pneumonia had never been properly treated, and the exposure to the cold had put immense strain on her body. Her cognitive decline had already accelerated dramatically.
He chose his words with careful restraint.
“Some of this damage is irreversible. Her lucid windows will become shorter and shorter. Eventually, she may stop recognizing her family entirely.”
I leaned against the wall in the hallway.
She might never recognize me again.
She was my only family.
Three months ago, she had still held my hand and told me to eat more, saying she’d saved me some persimmons.
Now, the grandmother who saved persimmons for me was gone forever.
Matteo hadn’t used a gun. He hadn’t drawn a drop of blood.
All he had done was change a name in a ledger, cancel a driver, and transfer seventy-five hundred dollars a month to another woman’s neck.
But he had murdered the part of my grandmother’s remaining time when she could still love me while knowing who I was.
I stood in that hallway for a long time.
Then I went into her room.
Grandma was asleep, her breathing shallow, her lips cracked and dry.
I bent down and kissed her forehead.
“I’m taking you away,” I whispered. “We’re leaving New York.”
I bought two one-way tickets to Savannah.
After arranging for a local care team there, I called Rachel.
“He signed the agreement. File it first thing in the morning. Is the apartment title confirmed?”
When she said yes, I continued, “I’m sending you another set of account records. Give them to the Vitale family adviser.”
“That will trigger an internal review,” Rachel warned. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. I don’t want compensation. I just want two things on the record: Matteo cut Pearl’s protection, and he disguised the difference as care fees to give a private benefit to a Conti family representative.”
The public courts could only end a marriage.
The one thing that could truly make Matteo pay was the fact that he had personally broken the promise his Family used to buy loyalty.
At 2:15 a.m., I sent the documents.
Matteo’s picture was still saved in my phone’s contacts.
I pressed and held my finger on it, then hit delete.
The system asked if I was sure.
I tapped confirm.