Chapter 212: The Mafia King is Back

[Juliette’s POV]

Quietly and stealthily, I got out of there before I heard the next word.

I do miss Ralph. But for some reason, I couldn’t bear to hear another word about him. Like I wanted to keep him frozen in a portrait that I painted of him, out of the good times we’ve had together. He would always be the Ralph that was before my betrayal. My fiercely loving husband.

But no matter how much I looked at the portrait and ignored time, the growing dust would always remind me of the passing time—and my growing belly—and how this baby would arrive in my arms without Ralph by my side.

I’ve told myself many times to stay strong. For the baby. I’m a mother now. If I couldn’t be strong for it, who would?

But there will always be times when the monster of my own doing would come and gnaw my insides, clawing for my heart. It would always succeed and drive me back into that hole of black emptiness.

I love you, kitten….

I hugged myself and realised that I was back in the field, and the su