A Shotgun Wedding with the Mafia Don-Chapter 41: No Mother of the Year

Red light!

Hitting the brakes, she immediately stopped before she ran into another accident.

It had been her rule, no matter what, whether she was late or not, she was not about to break any road safety and traffic laws. Not unless it was a matter of life and death.

"I’m late." She concluded upon checking the time. She tried to leave the office earlier, but a last-minute hiccup suddenly came up.

Of course, she could not leave the Sinclair Group with loose ends, forcing her to stay for a few more minutes to deal with it.

Instead of picking her up at the office, she suggested to her husband that she would just meet him at the restaurant. She didn’t want him to be late to his meeting just because of her.

Now, she stood outside the entrance, almost half an hour after their agreed-upon time to meet.

"Ms. Maddison, I’m sorry, but you’re not in the list." The woman, in a black tight-fitting uniform, who stood watch by the podium declined her entry to the establishment. "If you like to make an..."

"No, I’m sorry, I forgot, but that’s my name before I got married." She explained, "You probably should check for Mrs. Sophia Morton instead." Remembering that her husband had booked the restaurant, not her.

Inside, she could see through the clear glass walls that her husband was already sitting at their designated table. As expected, he was not alone, as a woman sat across from him.

From where she stood, she had a clear view of her husband, but the woman with him had her back turned to her.

Who was she? Why did her silhouette seem familiar?

"Mrs. Morton?" The woman’s beautifully made brow arched as if confused.

Of course, the receptionist probably doubted her identity. She must have looked like a deranged woman, claiming to be the wife of one of their distinctive guests.

It was no surprise that the woman wouldn’t know her. She might have her pictures splattered everywhere, but just like most models, nobody truly remembered her face. Models weren’t exactly famous celebrities whom fans lined up to get autographs.

"Yeah, I’m Mr. Oliver Morton’s wife." She reintroduced herself. It was not as if she were keeping her marital status a secret. "And there he is." She announced, pointing to the man in the middle of the busy restaurant. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Without waiting for the woman to assist her, she proceeded ahead of her and strode toward her husband.

"I’m sorry, Miss, but Mrs. Morton is..." The woman followed her, intending to stop her, but she ignored her.

Quickening her steps, she didn’t look back. Honestly, she was curious about the woman Oliver was dining with. She only stopped when she was face-to-face with her husband.

"... already inside."

Realization dawned on her even before she saw the other woman’s face.

"Sophia. You’re finally here." Her husband automatically stood from his seat and greeted her with a perfunctory kiss. "Of course, you already met Hazel." Gesturing to the woman on the other side of the table.

The woman stood up to greet her with her fake smile and calculated expression.

From what she could tell, this woman was nothing but trouble.

"Of course, we’ve already met," Hazel spoke before she could get a word out of her lips. "Sophia Maddison, right?" The way she said her name sounded more like an insult than anything else.

Bullies loved to use such a tone. She would know since she had been subjected to bullying countless times in her lifetime. Some might say she was already an expert.

"I prefer Mrs. Sophia Morton." She corrected, pointing out that she was the real Mrs. Morton, to the receptionist. "And you’re the ex-wife, right?" Using the same tone that Hazel used to shame her.

The hostess’s cheeks suddenly turned red out of embarrassment. "I’m sorry, Mrs. Morton. I..." Then, her eyes switched from her to Hazel.

At that point, she understood that her husband’s ex-wife must have told the poor young lady that she was still Oliver’s wife. "It’s okay." Dismissing the other woman before she created a scene, noticing that other patrons were already looking in their direction.

On the other hand, Hazel seemed unfazed as she smiled with sarcasm at her before she turned to her husband with a sweet and lovely expression.

In that instant, she wondered if her husband actually bought her act.

What did Oliver actually see in his ex-wife? She might be beautiful on the outside, but she was definitely rotten on the inside.

If Caleb had only been her child, she would never have let this woman even touch the hair of her son.

But as they said, nobody could choose the world one was born to. Some people were just born lucky to have great parents and a good life.

"Sophia, please join me," Oliver called her attention, ushering her to the chair beside him. "Hazel..." Then, her husband turned to his ex-wife. "My wife is already here. If you want to discuss our son, make an appointment with my lawyer."

This time, he didn’t offer his ex-wife a seat at the table.

"Well, it’s been nice to see you again, Oliver," Hazel said, her voice soft and sultry, while she moved closer, wrapped her arms around his shoulder, and planted a tender kiss on his cheek. Then, her fingers affectionately touched his jawline, as if she had been staking a claim on him.

Why did Hazel’s touching her husband bother her that much? Feeling like a sharp knife was gutting her heart, she fisted her hands on her side until her nails dug into her flesh.

Was she really jealous?

"I’m looking forward to seeing you again." She continued, but this time, she stepped backward. "And our son. I really miss you both." In a voice that was full of emotion. "Enjoy your dinner." Then, she finally let go of him and walked away.

Again, it sounded like a promise as that other woman smiled, that alluring smile that she had seen many times on the wide screen. She looked perfectly innocent, as if she were the victim, not the villain, in this story.

But she knew from everything she had heard, especially from Caleb, that she was no Mother of the Year.

As she watched the other woman walk away, she knew she could never trust her. She was up to no good.