All Chapters of Ex-Wife's Return to the Mafia Lord: Chapter 61 - Chapter 65

Jack's POVHer death took away a part of my being that couldn't be replaced by any other, leaving me broken and deranged. I felt like I had lost everything, and the only part of me still alive was torn into pieces. It's been three solid years, and still, I couldn't get her off my mind or gain control of myself.If only she had agreed to do my bidding, if only she had given our love that one chance and opportunity to grow, maybe by now, I wouldn't be this broken. But maybe she still would have been gone. It's been three long years, yet everything I had ever planned was just buried with her in my heart.I turned my gaze outside the car window as Sam drove me to the meeting spot. My eyes wandered around, lost in my thoughts, as I watched the bustling city of Italy, absent-minded to the cars and rushing passersby. The traffic light turned red, and Sam pressed the brakes, narrowing his eyes at me through the rearview mirror. I could sense his thoughts without even looking directly at him.

Her PlansI mean, how was I to come up with the story that his father was alive and living in New York? A city I hated because it carried nostalgic feelings and scars. Moreover, I wouldn’t start telling him how his father treated me and the resentment I harbored towards him. That would only be catastrophic for his tender heart, and I won’t let that happen.My heart never stopped pounding, thousands of thoughts clouding my reasoning. I wasn’t ready to drag my son into this fight. He was out of it and should remain so. However, I can’t deny the fact that he is still his blood. Harry was still his father. Crouching to meet his level, I planted a loving kiss on his forehead.“Cutie, your dad is somewhere very far away from this earth, but he loves you very much,” I said, a slight grin on my face.I never knew how those words were composed so quickly, but deep down, I was pricked for lying to him. He was far too tender to absorb the truth that his father didn’t care about him or value his

Harry’s POV“Leave me alone! I don't ever want to see you again in my entire life. You're nothing but an asshole,” she snapped, rolling her eyes at me derisively. Never in my life have I felt this broken as I marched up to her, my eyes darkened with pain and regret.“I’m sorry, I sincerely apologise for the pains I’ve caused you all these years. Can’t you just forgive me?” I begged, tears forming at the corners of my eyes. I haven’t been in such a tight situation for a long time, and I didn’t even know how I felt. All I needed was her forgiveness. Grasping her arms, I crouched low, my knees hitting the floor.“What exactly do you want me to forgive? Where do I even begin to count?” Her tone dripped with intense pain, and I could feel how betrayed she was, which only made me long for her forgiveness even more. I wasn’t giving up on her, my heart shredding into pieces.“I’m sorry. I’m sorry a million times and still counting,” I said, my knees still on the floor, my heart in pain. Letti