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The Forgotten Marriage Chapter 225
As I pulled away from my father's house, a weight lifted from my shoulders. I knew I would have to face him sooner or later, tell him everything I needed to. Show him the results of his actions. I didn't destroy this family, he and his inability to stay faithful to a woman who stood by him through thick and thin. Who left a luxurious life behind just to start from scratch with him. This wasn't just my fault but also his. There was so much I needed to say to him, but my conversation with Monica was satisfying enough, for now. The confrontation with Monica had left me feeling oddly energized, more determined than ever to see justice done. No more letting others fight my battles. No more waiting in the wings while Roman handled everything. It was time I took control of my own life. The manila folder of evidence sat heavy in my passenger seat, each page within it a nail in Monica and Bertha's coffins. I'd memorized the route to the police station, and had rehearsed in my head
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AMELIA My hands trembled violently against the leather steering wheel as I weaved through traffic, the car responding to my every desperate movement. The rearview mirror had become my lifeline—every few seconds, my eyes darted to it, watching the sleek black vehicles that seemed to materialize from the shadows like deadly phantoms. My breath came in short, sharp bursts, and I could feel my pulse pounding in my temples. To think I was terrible at driving only a few weeks ago, now that my life was at stake it came naturally. The sharp trill of my phone made me jump. Vincent's name flashed across the screen, and for a moment, lunch plans and normal life seemed like something from another universe entirely. "Vince!" I answered breathlessly, trying to keep the tremor from my voice. "I'm so sorry, but I need to reschedule lunch. Now isn't—" I swerved to avoid one of the black cars cutting too close, my words catching in my throat. "Now isn't a good time." “Wait…wait, slow down,” H
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ROMANI stood there amid the carnage, my breath still coming in controlled bursts, adrenaline singing through my veins. Blood dripped from my knuckles, staining the pristine white of my shirt sleeve—designer silk now ruined by violence. But none of that mattered. All that mattered was Amelia, safe in her car, watching me with eyes that suddenly seemed to belong to a stranger.I took slow, measured steps towards her, somehow worried she would make a run for it the closer I got, but she didn't. I watched as she opened the door in movements as slow and as gentle as mine, stepping out of the car. Her legs were shaking, her eyes never left mine, she took a step forward and gave up on walking all the way. Of course she did. There was a body only a few steps away from her…I could see how hard she was struggling not to look down, not to look at the damage I caused to that body. So I took the initiative and kept walking, closing the distance between us and only stopping when we were an arm
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ROMANOur bedroom was silent except for Amelia's steady breathing, her warm body curled trustingly against mine as she slept. I was ashamed to even admit it to myself, I'd tired her out even more. I couldn't help myself, after holding back for so long, it felt like all of my pent up emotions had finally come up to the surface and I couldn't control it. I had forgotten, for a few minutes, all I could think about was the blissful feeling of giving my wife pleasure and having her love me with no walls or tension between us. But now we were here, in bed. The silence was so loud, the sound of her steady breathing was my only companion. The digital clock on the nightstand marked each passing hour with mocking red numbers as sleep continued to elude me. My mind refused to quiet, spinning through possibilities and consequences, weighing options I'd hoped never to consider again.There was the option to give in to everything I felt, let her see everything and leave myself at her mercy. Giv
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ROMANI spent the better half of my life living as a soldier, a prisoner to the desires of man and their need for power. Most people do not understand just how complex the Volkov family is, they think it to just be a normal bratva family…where one becomes head when another dies, where everything and everything is set in a particular order. But the heads of the family are not the ones who call the shots. I was a puppet, a pawn. Set in place to do their dirty work, to give the orders, to do their dirty work while the true heir…the one who could actually silence them with a single word doesn't give a shit! Much like my father did by throwing me into that den in his place. I was forced into a life I wasn't born for. And now I realized it had now become a life I couldn't leave behind no matter how much I'd tried. It had return to bite me in the fucking ass! But I'd be damned if I ever let Amelia experience all that I did in this world…not while I'm still alive! I leaned forward slight
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AMELIA I stared at the door long after Roman had left, my fingers unconsciously tracing the spot on the sheets where his warmth still lingered. The silence in our bedroom felt oppressive now, punctuated only by the steady tick of the clock that seemed to mock each second he stayed away. I kept hoping, foolishly perhaps, that he would turn back – that the door would open and he'd walk in with that crooked smile of his, saying he changed his mind. But the door remained closed, and the distance between us felt like it was growing with each passing moment. I had thought that after yesterday…after what happened, he would have no other choice but to open up, to tell me all of the things he had omitted, to show me that side of him he was too afraid to show. Yesterday, he looked like he wanted to avoid me at all costs, like my presence bothered him so much he wanted to stay away. He was distracted, jumpy and was all too eager to use my body and forget, just like I was with his. I tho
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AMELIAConsciousness returned to me slowly, like wading through thick fog. My head felt heavy, my thoughts scattered and unfocused as I tried to make sense of my surroundings. The last clear memory I had was of Vincent's embrace, the comfort of a friend's arms around me, and then... nothing. I opened my eyes slowly and noticed the ceiling, it was high and gray, long ropes or rather trinket like bulbs with crystals around them dangled over my head. My heart began to race and my fingers clenched as it became clear to me that I wasn't in my bedroom. I looked around in a panic and found white walls, even in the dim lighting, I could make out the paint. All I did was speak to Vincent…what the fuck? Now I found myself in an unfamiliar room, the air thick with the dusty scent of not being used for a long time and something else I couldn't quite identify.I noticed the white tarps that covered a few of the furniture, I couldn't see anything else beyond that.The darkness pressed in around
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AMELIAThe smile playing across Isabella's face as she watched me process Vincent's presence made my heart burn with intense hatred. She was clearly savoring every moment of my devastation, drinking in my pain like fine wine. Vincent – or whoever he really was – stood there impassively, his familiar features arranged in an expression so devoid of his usual emotion it seemed carved from stone. Gone was any trace of the warm, understanding friend I thought I'd known. In his place stood a stranger wearing a face I once trusted.It felt like the rudest awakening of all, I was only just coming to terms with Fiona and even Bertha trying to get me killed but Vince? My throat felt tight as I fought back tears that threatened to spill. I wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing me cry, even as my world crumbled around me yet again. But I needed to understand. I needed to know why."Why?" The word came out as barely more than a whisper, my voice trembling despite my best efforts to keep i
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SIX MONTHS LATERThe annual Wellington Anniversary gala was in full swing, and we'd decided to host it in our home rather than the hotel it was in late year. The ballroom of our estate glittering with lights that illuminated the beauty of the hall’s interior, reflecting against the marble floors, making it seem like the guests were walking on air. From my position near the large staircase, I could see the entire room, business associates, family members, friends all mingling in their finest attire.Jessica looked radiant in a deep green gown and she stood with Alexander near the champagne fountain, their six-month-old son making a fuss in her arms. My godson is a fast bloomer, that boy would walk the ends of the earth if his parents let him out of their sights. Probably why Jess was holding on to him like he was a lifeline. I couldn't help the light laugh that left me as I watched her and Alexander try to force the baby on Trenton. Greece, looking stunning in silver, was deep
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I woke to unfamiliar shadows dancing across an unfamiliar ceiling. For a moment, panic seized me as I forgot where I was. Until it came rushing back and I found myself sinking deeper into the mattressRoman's bed was sinfully comfortable, the sheets soft against my skin. I stretched, my muscles protesting after yesterday's tension. Weak morning light seeped in through the slightly cracked curtains, suggesting it was still early. The storm had passed and all that was left was the scent of rain and forest, wet soil. A scent I never imagined would bring me such comfort, but it did. I slipped out of bed, my bare feet silent on the wooden floor. I still had Roman’s T-shirt on, adequate enough for modesty but still making me feel strangely vulnerable. I ran my fingers through my hair, attempting to tame it into something presentable, then padded quietly down the hallway.The living room was empty, no sign of Roman or the wolves. A folded blanket and pillow on the couch were the only evid
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Roman chuckled, the rich sound sending heated shivers down my abdomen. His eyes crinkled at the corners, making him look more like the man I remembered. "So did you," he replied, nodding toward my pixie cut.I reached up self-consciously to touch the ends of my damp hair. "Maybe it should be called the divorce look," I said, attempting humor to break the tension."I prefer the term 'cut-off look,'" he countered, and we both laughed, the sound surprisingly easy between us.His expression softened, the rigid control slipping just a fraction. "I missed that," he said quietly. "Your humor. I'm still having a hard time believing you're actually here.""That makes two of us," I admitted, wrapping my hands around the warm mug of hot chocolate he'd made. It was sweet but not too sweet, exactly how I liked it. He'd remembered.One of the wolves approached cautiously, its golden eyes fixed on me. I tensed immediately, my body instinctively preparing for a threat."It's okay," Roman said, notici
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AMELIAMy mouth opened, but no sound came out. Words, which had never failed me before, suddenly evaporated from my mind like morning dew under a harsh sun. I stood there, gun still stupidly hanging from my fingers, staring at the stranger-not-stranger before me.Roman Wellington. But not my Roman Wellington. This man was harder, sharper around the edges. The softness I remembered in his face was gone, replaced by angular planes and a jaw that could cut glass. The blonde hair threw me completely, so different from the midnight black I used to run my fingers through.I knew he was a blonde, heck, I tried to convince him a few times to stop dyeing his hair. I watched as the initial shock in his eyes faded, replaced by something cold and distant. The walls went up so fast I could almost hear them slamming into place."Amelia," he said again, this time not a question but a statement. Flat. Emotionless. "What are you doing here?"My throat felt like sandpaper. I swallowed hard, trying to
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"I can make some inquiries," Nikolai replied, his voice careful, measured. "Roman Wellington is not an easy man to find if he doesn't want to be found."I gripped the phone tighter, my knuckles turning white. "But you can do it, right? You have connections I don't."There was a pause on the other end of the line, then a soft sigh. "For you, Amelia, I will try. Give me a few hours to contact my people in North America and Europe. If he's left any trace, we'll find it.""Thank you," I whispered, relief washing over me like a wave. "I owe you for this.""Let's not keep score between friends," Nikolai said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "I'll call you when I have something."The call ended, and I sat motionless on my bed, staring at the wall. The enormity of what I was doing, searching for the man I'd walked away from two years ago, hit me. My hands trembled as I set the phone down, and I pressed them against my thighs to steady them.A soft knock on my door pulled me from my thoughts
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The drive back to the manor was silent. Oppressively silent. The kind of silence that rings in your ears and makes your skin feel too tight. Jessica kept shooting worried glances my way, her hands gripping the steering wheel so hard her knuckles were white. I couldn't bring myself to care. My mind was spinning with Greece's words, playing them over and over like a broken record."I haven't seen Roman in almost two years. No one has. He's gone."Greece had explained everything in that café, how Roman had methodically dismantled his life after I left. How he'd slowly withdrawn from social circles, buried himself in work, and then one day just... vanished. Left Wellington Corp in Colson's hands with an iron-clad contract and detailed instructions. Left his manor empty, his cars collecting dust in the garage. He'd even left his personal phone behind, with just a short note telling Greece not to worry, that he needed to "find himself" whatever the fuck that meant.I stared out the window,
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AMELIAI felt like I'd been punched in the gut, all the air leaving my lungs in one desperate rush. Greece Wellington's presence was like a ghost from my past life, one I'd tried desperately to forget. My fingers tightened around the shopping bags, knuckles turning white as I struggled to maintain my composure."Jessica," I managed again, my voice lower and more upset when I didn't get an answer the first time. Jessica's eyes pleaded with me, her hand coming to rest on my forearm. "Please don't be mad," she whispered urgently, bringing her full hands up to her chest in a pleading motion."She's been trying to reach you for days. I couldn't just ignore her,” Jessica explained, her voice just as low as mine as her eyes darted between Greece and me pleadingly. “ Just hear her out, Amy…this might be good for you too, you know?”I let out a shaky breath and held back my growing anger, last thing I wanted was to project my frustrations on the pregnant woman. I knew she was trying to help
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AMELIA Morning sunlight filtered through the thin curtains of my bedroom, casting warm patches across my chilly sheets. I should have felt lighter, triumphant even. The family was finally under control, the threats neutralized, and the Guerrero name secure. Yet as I lay there, staring up at the ceiling with its intricate paintings my mother had made , I felt anything but victorious. The heaviness in my chest from yesterday hadn't dissipated. If anything, it had grown worse, Alexander's words echoing in my mind like a haunting melody. "Even after two years, he's never once tried to reach out..." I didn't want to think about Roman. In fact, I had gaslighted myself into thinking it was taboo to think about him and rightfully so. How the fuck am I supposed to get him out of my head now? How the fuck am I supposed to stop thinking whether he never really cared to begin with, or what he was up to, or if he was okay. I knew he was. If anything had happened to Roman Wellington, the r
