Substitute Wife for the Mafia King R18-Chapter 339: Can’t Let Him Go
Perhaps it was because I knew that she was right that I couldn’t quite find the words to respond to her taunting questions. Bradon wasn’t my husband and he probably didn’t care about me enough for him to even consider me as his lover.
"You know what? I bet if I dress like you and talk like you and then climb into his bed, he probably wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. He’ll definitely think that I’m you," she said confidently.
I watched as Diana let out a giggle at her own joke while I felt a burning sensation deep in my chest. It felt like I was about to be sick, and I couldn’t understand the source of my discomfort. Even if I disliked Diana’s attitude and her idea, I was still surprised at the way that my body was reacting so strongly against the idea. I had no idea why I felt so hurt and disturbed as if I couldn’t bear the thought of the two of them together. It just didn’t make sense because I knew that logically that was where Diana belonged.
All along, it was supposed to be Diana who had to marry Anthony and now that Bradon had taken Anthony’s place, she would have to marry Bradon instead. I told myself repeatedly that what Diana was doing wasn’t exactly wrong, she was just taking her rightful place after returning. As for me, my role as the convenient substitute wife had to come to an end sooner or later. I had thought that I was prepared for this day to come, but the suddenness of it all truly caught me off guard.
"What about we play a trick on him? What if we don’t even tell him that with swapped places. Should we try it out and see if he would recognize that I have taken your place?" Diana suggested with round excited eyes. I was once again reminded of how mischievous my sister was and just how fond she was of her games. However, I also knew that the game was only fun for her if things went her way.
"Let’s stop joking about this," I told her sternly.
"Why? I honestly think that this would be fun. Are you scared that Bradon will catch on and that he will get mad at us?" Diana asked before letting out a laugh.
"That is the least of my concern," I told her honestly.
"I guess you’re right, even if he does catch on and even if he does get mad, there’s honestly not much that he can do about it," Diana said with a carefree shrug of her shoulders.
"Please don’t do that. This isn’t something that we should be joking about," I said sternly.
"Why are you taking this so seriously? It’s not like you think that this charade can go on forever, did you?" Diana replied before flashing me a beautiful and sweet smile.
"I don’t know. Why don’t we sort this out when I get to leave the hospital?" I asked, hoping I could postpone this and give myself some time to process this change. It didn’t help that I hadn’t gotten a chance to discuss this with Bradon because I didn’t want him to find out about this decision from someone else besides me.
"Honestly, I don’t know why you’re hesitating about this. This is so not like you," Diana said before she squinted her eyes slightly at me. It felt like her eyes were scanning me, and for a moment, I feared that she could read my mind.
"I’m just trying to make sure that we’re doing what is best for us," I replied without backing down.
"Are you sure? Because it just looks like you are hesitating to let him go," Diana pointed out as she stared directly at me.
It was at that moment that I realized that the tightening feeling in my chest was bordering anger. I bit down hard on my lip and then I felt a stinging sensation that I thought was useful to snap myself back to my senses. It was hard for me to believe that I was getting angry at my sister over something like this. Perhaps, Diana was right that this wasn’t at all like me.
"Then I think at least I should meet up with Bradon to tell him about this," I said, thinking that this would make the perfect excuse for me to see Bradon again. Diana looked at me with a shocked expression on her face as if she couldn’t believe what I had just said.
"Weren’t you listening to me? I told you that you shouldn’t see him again," Diana said, her brows knitted together.
"It’s not like I can avoid him forever even if I wanted to. The four of us, you, me, Bradon, and Desmond, are bound to run into each other sooner or later. Our world is simply too round and too small," I said emotionlessly.
Diana looked at me with passive eyes and I could tell that she was not at all impressed that our conversation came to an end without any solid conclusion about what we were supposed to do next. Diana nodded her head a couple of times although I could sense that she was not at all satisfied with the outcome. Without saying another word to me, Diana stood up and left. I watched her leave before heaving a loud sigh as I wondered why I acted the way that I did."
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**Brandon’s point of view**
Ever since Diana’s return, I haven’t gotten the chance to see or get in touch with Dahlia. At first, I thought it was only natural that the two of them would want to spend time alone in order to catch up and all that they had missed. Dahlia was evidently happy and relieved to see her sister and I was glad to see that. However, as a day stretched into weeks, I realized that Diana’s presence had brought about a change that was quite unanticipated and also unwelcomed."
–To be continued...
