I did not speak at all and rather typed calmly on my laptop, sending my marriage certificate to the Italian mafia for them to draft a divorce paper and to also prepare for my new marriage with their leader.
“Elena, serve me dinner.”
“It’s on the table, serve yourself.”
The food on the table was not home cooked and something I just ordered from outside, Xander looked at it and his face looked rather displeased.
“I got a call from the hospital that you lost your footing and fell down the stairs, they have sent me some medicines, you can take it."
"Alright," I said without looking up, still typing.
Earlier, in such a circumstance I would have fought with Xander, crying and complaining, hoping that he would understand how much it pained me but now I sat quietly without another word.
It was just last month that a fight broke out between the American mafia soldiers and the Italian Mafia lord Mikhail Giovanni and I personally had to intervene, three bullets got embedded in my arm by accident and I lost a lot of blood.
How ironic it was that Xander did not show up when I was hanging between life and death and the enemy, Mikhail Giovanni, carried me in his arms to the hospital.
The doctor told me today that It was already my fifth month of pregnancy and due to that incident a month ago my body was too fragile, if I could have been brought to the hospital even an hour earlier for treatment I wouldn't have lost my baby.
My dead eyes coupled with the absolute indifference made Xander feel uneasy thus he came to my side to see what I was doing, ironically it was at that moment his phone beeped with notifications.
“I am going out for dinner since you haven’t made any for me.” He coldly declared before shutting the door with a bang.
Hours passed and I received a notification on my Instagram account.
A picture was newly posted by my husband’s personal secretary -Diana.
Xander was holding Diana in his embrace as they posed for a photo with a caption.
[He got on his knees to apologize for being late and even spoiled me with my favorite wine, but I am still angry with him.]
The place in the background was my favorite diner with the view of the sea. Once I asked Xander to sit with me on the open side, only for him to refuse my request as immature and stupid.
Now it looked like he booked the entire floor to spend time with Diana.