Semua Bab My Dear Mafia Boss' Remorse: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Michael's POVI carried gifts in both hands—one for Lenka and the other for her child. I felt confident in my choices.My memory had never failed me, and the store staff who assisted me at the toy shop had given excellent suggestions. I was quite satisfied, but not entirely.The true purpose of these gifts was for them to be accepted by both of them. Without that, they would be meaningless.I headed straight to the woman’s coffee shop, already imagining her face and the boy’s delighted expression upon receiving my gifts.There was a great hope in my heart that they would accept them happily.Upon arriving, I stepped into the café, already bustling with people. But I paid no attention to anyone else.My gaze was fixed solely on Lenka, who was busy with her work as usual.A second later, she looked at me.I could see the woman’s face tighten, but I still approached her. She was preparing an order of pastries but then handed the task over to her staff.She exhaled. "You're here again."I

Lenka's POVFelix, Jonas, and I were having dinner at home. I was the one who cooked today.We gathered together after those two returned from their outing, and I had come home earlier than my café’s closing time. I did it on purpose.I asked my staff to handle closing up the shop and return the keys to me at home. After stopping by, they assured me that nothing unusual had happened before heading straight home.I felt relieved—my decision was the right one.I wasn’t comfortable with that man’s presence. Michael.He was always there, sitting in the same spot, watching me every single time. It was as if he was spending his free time in his own house rather than in my café.No matter how many times I talked to him about leaving, about how I wanted him gone from my café, he never listened.I was close to giving up and, in the end, decided to take a different approach—avoiding him entirely.Jonas pulled me out of my thoughts in the middle of our meal."I’ve found a few places for us to ch

Michael’s POVTruth is something incredibly painful. Perhaps it was once unknown or hidden so well that no one noticed, but once it is revealed—everything changes.Just like what I am experiencing now. I have finally uncovered the truth behind my mother’s case, the very case I’ve been investigating for years. And it has left me at my lowest point. In disbelief. Shattered.The realization that I had wronged someone so important in my life. Lenka. That woman again, and all the things I had done to her.I had made a terrible mistake—one born of sheer foolishness.My hands clenched into fists, my eyes shutting tightly. A sharp pain throbbed in my head as I thought about something impossible—turning back time, erasing everything that had happened between us as if it had never existed.“Oh God… what have I been doing all this time?”My chest ached, tightening to the point where even breathing felt difficult.Everything I had done to that woman resurfaced in my mind, tormenting me with memor

Lenka’s POVI led the man to my private office, the same room Felix often used to spend his time or rest whenever he was at the coffee shop. It was the place where we would continue our conversation.My staff already knew that I needed this discussion and had been instructed not to enter. I also told them to ensure that no one else—Jonas, Felix, or anyone—would disturb us.I didn’t want any interruptions.Now, Michael and I faced each other.I was the first to speak."You need to tell me everything. Honestly. If you try to lie or hide anything from me, I’ll make you regret it even more than you already do."My gaze was sharp. "I don’t want to miss a single detail."He looked at me, his eyes deep and sincere."I’ll tell you the truth—everything I know up to this moment. I promise."I watched him as he said that, recognizing the seriousness in his eyes. It was the same look he gave when he was being completely earnest. But I forced myself to ignore it.He was just talking to me. I still

Lenka’s POVA few days had passed since Michael told me about our parents.I still felt uneasy, my mind restless over what he had said, as well as the feelings he had confessed—feelings I had rejected once again.That man always made me feel this way.He left me torn, wavering between my hatred for him and the remnants of what I once felt. And as for his so-called love for me all this time… I felt like I was being played.Michael had been good to me. Once.After my father died a gruesome death and I lost my voice, he was the only one who stayed by my side. The only one who came close to me, never leaving my side.We spent so much time together that, for a while, I almost forgot the misery that had befallen me. Until we got married—and I decided to accept that woman’s help to finally leave him.He should have never changed. But the man standing before me now was nothing like the one from back then.Michael had become more open, yet he wasn’t forceful. He never listened to my words when