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12. Misinterpretation
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My Godfather is my Soulmate 102. A Bitter Aftermath
Alexa's POVDon Antonio had taken me to a penthouse and tried to offer comfort, but my answer to his question about us had been vague, born of a confusion so profound it had silenced any coherent thought. He'd understood, I think, retreating to give me space, leaving me alone with my churning thoughts.Sleep didn't come. How could it? Every time I closed my eyes, the scene replayed with agonizing clarity: my father, on his knees, begging for forgiveness, swearing a twisted love; my mother's quiet, powerful command for me to leave; and that faint, devastating glow in her eyes as she looked at him.I thought about the hospital scenario all through the night. The hours bled into one another, each passing minute deepening the ache in my chest. I tried to make sense of it, to fit it into the narrative of justice and betrayal I’d meticulously built. But it refused to fit. My mother, the victim, the one I had sworn to avenge, seemed to have shattered my carefully constructed world with a sin
My Godfather is my Soulmate 101. Lingering Affection
Don Antonio's POVThe soft click of the hospital room door closing behind Alexa echoed in the sterile quiet of the hallway. I hadn't moved from my spot by the wall, the raw emotions from within the room still clinging to the air around me. I'd heard my Little Alexa's cutting question to Donald, witnessed his shattered reaction, and most importantly, I'd seen the subtle, devastating flicker in Alexa’s Mom eyes as she looked at her husband. That faint glow, that hint of lingering affection, was a gut punch. It complicated everything.My own anger, which had been simmering just beneath the surface, felt cold and distant compared to the heartbreak I knew Alexa was experiencing. She had gone in there seeking truth, seeking justice, and instead, she'd found a profound, unsettling confusion.Then, Alexa emerged. Her shoulders were slumped, and her usual fierce posture was replaced by a visible weariness that tugged at something deep inside me. Her eyes, when she finally looked up and met min
My Godfather is my Soulmate 100. Love, Revisited
Alexa's POVMy question hung in the stale hospital air, sharp and accusatory: "Is it because she's awake, Dad? Is that why you're finally apologizing? Because she's here to hear it?" The words had pierced through Dad's performative grief, leaving him speechless, a man caught in his own lie, or so I believed. His face was a mask of wounded surprise, tears welling again, but I couldn't discern their true source.My mom who had been quietly absorbing the fragmented reality around her, now turned her gaze fully to Dad. There was no immediate outrage in her eyes, no sudden burst of anger. Just a deep, unsettling stillness, a weary assessment that seemed to see right through him.Dad regaining his voice, although it was still raw with emotion, spoke. He didn't answer my question directly, but his words were meant for Mom, a desperate plea for her understanding, or perhaps, for his own vindication."Babe," he choked out, pushing himself back onto his knees by her bedside. His voice was thick
My Godfather is my Soulmate 99. Mother's Embrace
Alexa's POVThe word "Alexa?" hung in the air, a fragile, impossible gift. It was a sound I hadn't dared to dream of, a voice I thought was lost to me forever. My mother's eyes, though still hazy with the lingering effects of her long illness, were open, and they were looking at me. They knew me.My heart, which had been a lead weight in my chest for so long, suddenly soared. The world tilted, not in a dizzying spin of confusion, but in a sudden, overwhelming rush of pure, unadulterated joy. The bitter taste of revenge, the complex understanding of my father's brokenness, the heavy weight of Don Antonio's war – all of it, for that singular, miraculous moment, vanished into thin air.I moved without thinking, propelled by an instinct stronger than any calculated plan. My father, still frozen in his chair, seemed to fade from my view. I leaned over the bed, gently, so gently, as if she were a delicate bird that might fly away. My arms, trembling with emotion, wrapped around her frail s
My Godfather is my Soulmate 98. Calculated Risk
Don Antonio's POVThe weak whisper, her calling of Alexa's name, had frozen me mid-step. The raw power of that moment, the impossible miracle of her voice, had sliced through the tension like a knife. Donald, too, had bolted upright, his tear-streaked face etched with disbelief, mirroring my own.My first instinct, honed by decades of ruthless strategy, was to seize the moment. To secure Alexa, to remove her from Donald's presence, to reassert control over the chaotic scene. But as I turned, my eyes locked on Alexa's face. Her expression, a mixture of overwhelming shock and radiant, fragile hope, stopped me cold. Her world, which had been in shattered pieces for so long, had just been given an unimaginable, unexpected gift.This wasn't about strategy now. It was about something far more primal. Her mother is alive and speaking.I knew it was a risky move leaving the trio alone. Leaving Alexa with Donald, especially after his manipulative confession and his current display of what appe
My Godfather is my Soulmate 97. A Daughter's Plea
Alexa's POVThe air in the hospital room was thick enough to choke on. Don Antonio remained just inside the door, his eyes locked on my father. Dad, still slumped by my mother's bedside, met Don Antonio's gaze with a mixture of raw pain and a flicker of the old defiance. My mother lay between them, oblivious, her steady breathing the only calm sound in the storm.I was trapped in the middle, a silent spectator to a tension that felt like it could explode at any second. My head spun with the whirlwind of emotions – my own grief for my mother, the shocking revelations from my father, and now the terrifying presence of Don Antonio, who seemed ready to unleash a lifetime of suppressed rage.What was I supposed to do? My carefully constructed purpose, my clear path of vengeance with Don Antonio, had shattered into a million pieces the moment I saw my father's tears, and then even more so as I listened to his broken confession. The lines between right and wrong, hero and villain, had blurre
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