The Billionaire’s Prodigal Wife – Chapter 44

The next morning Mackenna stretched in her bed and groaned as she rolled over and looked at the time on her phone. It was nearly ten in the morning. After watching the horror movie, she had watched another one even more disturbing than the first and every noise in the new apartment had her jumping. Finally, around two in the morning, she had taken a sleeping tablet which had knocked her out.

Nuncio and Savannah had not come home by the time she’d gone to bed, and she was glad. They had needed the night out to behave as a couple and she had proved to herself she could function without turning into a panic-driven mess of tears. She was proud of herself for getting through the night and she smiled to herself.

She got up from the bed and after a quick shower she made a mental note of the things she needed to get done. She needed to do shopping and she needed to finish unpacking her room she thought as she kicked a box away from her walk-in closet.

r. Maybe she could empty the box before going to grab a coffee.

s racks and while they’d all served a purpose at one point, now, she could afford better clothing and she decided she was going to donate them all and go buy a new wardrobe.

shoes too?” Romeo meowed loudly at her, and she grinned as it appeared he agreed with her.

d.

“What is going on?”

ed her hand and stepped into the closet. “Dulce is in the living room.”

r?”

possibly off the balcony to the hoards of press below.”

cooped him up.

in the direction of Dulce.

likes living high on the hog,” Mackenna stroked his ears and was rewarded with a purr and a head butt to

the word and she’s gone.”

and saw Dulce’s eyes raise at the movement.

yguard?”

ts.”

ith disdain.

re, you aren’t, so b***h, say what you got to say and then get the hell out,” Mackenna

the gorgeous copper shade belying

ahogany glow was dull and she had dark circles under her eyes and her lips were pursed and tight. She forced herself not to care the woman appeared as if she was exhausted. “Why should I give a damn if you’re uncomfortable?”

me in her life, and it felt good. “Spill it Dulce so we can all get on with our day. I have better things to do than listen to you, for example my toilet needs to be cleaned.”

Savannah guffawed then and Nuncio turned his back, his shoulders shaking as he moved to look out the closed balcony doors

ted to hurt you,”

uh,” Mackenna shrugged, “I figured th

. “You knew?”

dn’t imagine why for the life of me you felt so threatened by me all this time and then when the statement men

o sorry about your family Mackenna. I knew he hated you, but I never thought he’d go to such lengths.”

old Alessandro,” Mackenna shrugged, “you could have told h

a daughter.”

of Dulce, who was picking imaginary lint off her perfectly fitted skirt.

ly struggling to recount the story, “Her father and brother found out and decided it was my fault and

meo onto the glass coffee table and sat at the far end of the sofa and wrapped her hands around her stomach as a feeling of nausea waved over her.

couldn’t. We did a sealed adoption. I get to see my daughter; she thinks I’m her cousin and she’s very well loved.”

d me I was never allowed to date a woman again because it would look poorly on the company and if I did, she was dead.” She looked to Savannah, “it’s why I freaked out. I was so scared he would kill her.”

illed the room.

orced me to do so many things, including being

video was Salvatore,” Mackenna’s

ven hesitate and knew it wasn’t him.”

ot a strong feat to sort out.

him I was desperate because you weren’t going away. I told him nobody would be able to tell the difference. He bought it completely and even said he wanted the full video for his collection.”

“He’s an i***t, I hate him so much.” Mackenna clenched

ince.”

“is this why you’re here? You thought he would be here?”

d your baby. I asked him yesterday if he was coming back to you and he said he couldn’t put you through another day of the torture the Giordano House had inflicted. Mackenna, he’s devastated and hurting but he said the only way to protect

elt guilty. He wasn’t coming back.

r as Romeo jumped up beside her on the sofa and began nudging he

r hand between his. “Since the car accident. She had a pretty bad one last weekend when the prosecutor called her.”

kly. When she finally got to one, she felt her breath even out and she exhaled slowly again one more time.

ed quietly.

e woman. “Having a panic attack doesn’t make me weak, it just means my brain is hea

I never had growing up. I’ve always been so distrustful of men, but he’s always been a gentleman and a true friend and so,” she sobbed as she spoke, “I will walk away from him because he deserves his happiness, and he loves you. I beg of you go to him and make it work. I will never interfere. I will continue my contract with the company fo

ought you had a heart inside all your superficial exterior.”

rupted. “I can’t.”

asped. “Why?”

ed him, and he never called me back. I left him a message on his voice mail, told him I loved him and asked him to call me ba

ted.

ting a call from the prosecutor, and then not once has he called me to ask if I’m all right,” she shook her head sadly. “No, Dulce, I appreciate your gesture, but the writing is on the wall. If he cared for me even a fraction, he would have returned my call. He did not.”

as she continued to regard the woman, “I forgive you, Dulce. I would have done anything to protect my chi

th the intention of heading back to her bedroom, the need to be alone and process everything suddenly overwhelming. “I need to go lay down,” she whispered to Savannah.

reamed and then there was nothing but blackness.