The Betrayed Mafia Wife Takes Bloody Revenge Chapter 02
The Night I Lost the Baby
“What if I do mind?”
The hallway went quiet.
Rafe looked at me as if the question itself surprised him.
Vivian laughed first.
“Oh, Elena.”
She peeled herself away from him, but only enough to face me.
“You mind now?”
She slipped one arm through his.
“After all this time?”
Rafe’s jaw tightened.
“Vivian.”
“What?”
She smiled innocently.
“We’re done pretending, right?”
Then she looked straight at me.
“You know what he says about you?”
My fingernails dug into my palm.
“Viv.”
Rafe’s warning came too late.
She leaned closer.
“He says you lie there like a corpse.”
My chest went cold.
Vivian tilted her head.
“No imagination. No fire. No fun.”
Rafe glanced at me.
“It was a joke.”
“Was it?”
I asked.
He sighed.
“Elena, don’t do this.”
“Do what?”
“Turn it into something bigger than it is.”
Bigger.
My best friend was wearing lipstick smeared by my husband’s mouth.
Everyone in the room had known before me.
And somehow I was the one making it bigger.
Vivian watched my face and smiled.
Then she came closer.
Close enough that only I could hear.
“You want to know when the first time was?”
I said nothing.
She whispered:
“The night you lost the baby.”
My whole body went still.
“No.”
“Oh, yes.”
Her voice was almost tender.
“You were in St. Matthew’s.”
“I remember the room because the flowers smelled awful.”
My lungs stopped working.
That had been our first baby.
Ten weeks.
I had spent months tracking every symptom, every appointment, every tiny possibility.
Then there had been blood.
Pain.
A hospital room.
And Rafe telling me he was trapped at a meeting.
I had cried myself to sleep alone.
Vivian’s smile widened.
“You were discharged the next morning.”
“We used your hospital bed before they changed the sheets.”
Something inside me tore.
For one dangerous second, I wanted to hit her.
Instead, I asked:
“Why?”
She shrugged.
“Because Rafe is Rafe.”
“Handsome. Powerful. Rich.”
“And men like that don’t belong to women who don’t know how to keep them entertained.”
I turned to Rafe.
He looked irritated now.
Not ashamed.
Just irritated that Vivian had said too much.
“Come home with me.”
He blinked.
“What?”
“Come home with me, Rafe.”
My voice shook.
“I’m asking you once.”
Vivian laughed softly.
Rafe looked between us.
Then at the closed elevator doors.
His expression hardened.
“Elena.”
“I told you I’m not leaving you.”
“That should be enough.”
“It isn’t.”
For the first time, he looked genuinely annoyed.
“Then what do you want?”
“I want my husband to come home with me.”
Vivian pressed herself against his side.
Rafe didn’t move away.
That was his answer before he even spoke.
“You go home.”
My heart gave one last, stupid beat.
“Rafe.”
He rubbed his forehead.
“Don’t embarrass yourself.”
I stared at him.
He leaned down and lowered his voice.
“If you don’t want a divorce, stop making scenes.”
The words landed cleanly.
No confusion.
No excuse.
No room left for hope.
My phone buzzed.
MASON: I’m five minutes away.
I looked at the message.
Then I looked at Vivian.
She had no idea.
Neither did Rafe.
So I lowered my eyes.
“Okay.”
Rafe’s expression softened immediately.
There she is.
The obedient wife.
The woman he knew how to manage.
He touched my cheek.
“That’s my girl.”
Vivian rolled her eyes.
“Pathetic.”
I let them think so.
It had worked for years.
Why stop now?