My Husband Wanted Me To Cheat And I Went To The Don. Chapter 05
Then, as if something occurred to him:
“I know you think our relationship doesn’t need those formalities anymore. But I owe you a wedding, and I need to make it up to you.”
I shook my head. “A week from now, you’ll—”
Before I could finish, his phone lit up. Charles answered, then turned and walked away.
“What do you mean your stomach hurts? I’m on my way!”
He took two steps, then suddenly stopped and looked back at me:
“I know that a week from now, once the judgment comes through, our marriage is officially dissolved. But that’s just paperwork. The judgment belongs to the court. You belong to me.”
I stood outside the courthouse and finished the sentence to no one: “…a week from now, you won’t just receive a judgment.”
The day the judgment was delivered to the estate, Charles’s father summoned him home.
“I don’t care how you do it—get Silvia here right now. I have something to say.”
“After I’ve said my piece, if you still want to be divorced, I won’t stop you.”
Charles frowned. He didn’t know what his father wanted to say, but he knew in his heart that the divorce was just for show.
His phone had been dead silent for days. No messages from her, no calls.
He said he didn’t care, but it gnawed at him. He’d never gone a full week without contact with his wife.
He needed a reason—a legitimate excuse to go find her. His father’s words handed him one.
He acted reluctant, but his fingers moved faster than ever as he hit the call button.
He spent a long time thinking about what to say.
Silvia, Dad wants you to come back?
Or: What kind of game are you playing? It’s not a real divorce—is a week away from home really necessary?
The phone connected before he decided.
The other end spoke first: “Hello, the bride is in the middle of having her makeup done. Are you a friend of the bride’s?”
Charles paused. He pulled the phone away from his ear and checked the screen.
Silvia’s number. No mistake.
He pressed it back to his ear. “I’m looking for Silvia.”
“She’s in the makeup room right now—it’s not a great time to take calls. Are you here for the wedding too? Would you like me to pass along a message?”
Wedding?
Something inside Charles’s chest collided, but he brushed the sting away almost instantly.
He thought for a moment—no wonder she’d been invisible lately. She was off being someone’s bridesmaid…
Fine. She deserved some outlet for her emotions. Better than sitting around overthinking.
“Just tell her to call me back when she’s done. Tell her it’s her husband.”
“Husband? But—”
He hung up before hearing the rest and turned to his father.
“She’s busy. At a friend’s wedding. She’ll call back when she’s free.”
The old man said nothing, just pushed a brown envelope across the table with a dark expression.
“Look at this first.”
Charles walked over and pulled out the contents.
When he saw what it was, his eyes went wide.
A death certificate stamped with a hospital seal. Dated three years ago.
Charles’s hands began to tremble.
“There’s more. Read everything before you speak.”
The old man’s voice was heavy as a millstone. Charles pulled out a transfer receipt first.
Eight million. Recipient: an unfamiliar account.
Charles stared at it for three seconds and remembered.
Years ago, his father-in-law had been kidnapped. The ransom was eight million. No police.