The Mafia's Backup Bride - Chapter 4: Chapter 4
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Megan had picked the meeting spot—the grandest hotel in the city.
From behind the screen, I could hear ragged breathing.
"Just listen to me—it's not safe for you to be around me right now."
I'd seen Blake cold, tender, and every shade in between. But hearing the raw helplessness in his voice? That hit different.
"I miss you so damn much. I'm getting married, and you still won't even look at me. Tell me the truth—have you actually fallen for your wife?"
"Stop. This is about keeping you safe."
After their whispered confessions, Blake finally left.
Always so careful—yet this time, he didn't notice the shadow slipping behind the screen.
I couldn't see my own face, but I knew that smirk—all bitterness and self-mockery.
"Blake's gone. Pathetic, aren't you? But as one woman to another... I'll hear you out."
Megan stepped into view, victory written in the curve of her lips. That designer dress clung to her like second skin, flawless and expensive. The glow of her perfect complexion made my baggy sweater and scars feel like armor I'd forgotten to polish.
Her eyes raked over me, slow and deliberate. No words needed—that look said it all.
"I'm not here to fight over Blake. I've been his shadow long enough to know he cares for me too." Years at Blake's side had taught me how to wield other people's power as my own.
"You came to make me quit, right? Fine. I know my place. Just... one autograph. Something to remember him by."
Leaving the hotel, my steps felt lighter than they had in years.
For days, I'd played the desperate wife—clinging, begging. At first, Blake humored me. Then came the irritation. Didn't matter. The game was almost over.
Two days later, Megan delivered the signature. The second I saw it, I exhaled and marched straight to print the divorce papers.
By day three, every trace of me was erased.
Blake's gifts—the jewelry, the diary, all those hollow tokens—I arranged them center stage in the villa. Let them return to their rightful owner.
My own belongings? They turned to ashes the moment my plane left the tarmac.
In the departure lounge, I fired off one last text to Megan: [Thank you.]
As my phone died, Blake's notification flashed:
[Baby, almost home.]
[Got your favorite—strawberry cake.]
[...Sorry, Meg's sick. She's alone here. Gotta check on her—]
The screen went black before I could see the rest. Didn't need to. We both knew where he'd really be tonight.
I snapped the SIM card between my fingers. Somewhere below, Megan was draped across Blake at some gala, cheeks flushed with champagne.
"Go back to Caroline," she'd murmur between fake tears. "I'm being selfish... I just missed you so much..."
Blake wouldn't notice his buzzing phone until later. Wouldn't hear Zach's panic until it was too late.
"Blake! Caroline's lawyer just served divorce papers! She knows about you and Foster!"
"We can't find her anywhere—she's gone!"
The boarding call echoed as I stepped onto the plane, leaving their chaos far behind.
From behind the screen, I could hear ragged breathing.
"Just listen to me—it's not safe for you to be around me right now."
I'd seen Blake cold, tender, and every shade in between. But hearing the raw helplessness in his voice? That hit different.
"I miss you so damn much. I'm getting married, and you still won't even look at me. Tell me the truth—have you actually fallen for your wife?"
"Stop. This is about keeping you safe."
After their whispered confessions, Blake finally left.
Always so careful—yet this time, he didn't notice the shadow slipping behind the screen.
I couldn't see my own face, but I knew that smirk—all bitterness and self-mockery.
"Blake's gone. Pathetic, aren't you? But as one woman to another... I'll hear you out."
Megan stepped into view, victory written in the curve of her lips. That designer dress clung to her like second skin, flawless and expensive. The glow of her perfect complexion made my baggy sweater and scars feel like armor I'd forgotten to polish.
Her eyes raked over me, slow and deliberate. No words needed—that look said it all.
"I'm not here to fight over Blake. I've been his shadow long enough to know he cares for me too." Years at Blake's side had taught me how to wield other people's power as my own.
"You came to make me quit, right? Fine. I know my place. Just... one autograph. Something to remember him by."
Leaving the hotel, my steps felt lighter than they had in years.
For days, I'd played the desperate wife—clinging, begging. At first, Blake humored me. Then came the irritation. Didn't matter. The game was almost over.
Two days later, Megan delivered the signature. The second I saw it, I exhaled and marched straight to print the divorce papers.
By day three, every trace of me was erased.
Blake's gifts—the jewelry, the diary, all those hollow tokens—I arranged them center stage in the villa. Let them return to their rightful owner.
My own belongings? They turned to ashes the moment my plane left the tarmac.
In the departure lounge, I fired off one last text to Megan: [Thank you.]
As my phone died, Blake's notification flashed:
[Baby, almost home.]
[Got your favorite—strawberry cake.]
[...Sorry, Meg's sick. She's alone here. Gotta check on her—]
The screen went black before I could see the rest. Didn't need to. We both knew where he'd really be tonight.
I snapped the SIM card between my fingers. Somewhere below, Megan was draped across Blake at some gala, cheeks flushed with champagne.
"Go back to Caroline," she'd murmur between fake tears. "I'm being selfish... I just missed you so much..."
Blake wouldn't notice his buzzing phone until later. Wouldn't hear Zach's panic until it was too late.
"Blake! Caroline's lawyer just served divorce papers! She knows about you and Foster!"
"We can't find her anywhere—she's gone!"
The boarding call echoed as I stepped onto the plane, leaving their chaos far behind.
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