Substitute Wife for the Mafia King R18-Chapter 411: Emotional Conflict
Regret took over me when I thought it might be too late and that I might have made the wrong decision. I doubted that I could continue living properly if I didn’t get a chance to see him again. Bradon’s presence felt commanding just as always, and I couldn’t tell from the way that he was dressed and how he was standing up so straight where it was exactly that he was injured.
Regardless, seeing him still alive was more than enough for me. I wanted to run towards him and wrap my arms around his neck and pull him tightly into my embrace, but my body wouldn’t move. Now that the first wave of relief had faded, all that I could feel was guilt for leaving him without saying a word. There were a million things that I wanted to say to him, but I couldn’t find the right words. Bradon stared at me silently, and his gaze was too sharp and too cold for my liking.
"I guess having you find me turned out to be easier than me finding you," Bradon said before his lips curved into a mischievous smirk. I couldn’t tell whether he was happy to see me or not, but I was beyond delighted to see him again. I couldn’t move and I couldn’t speak. For a moment, I even forgot to breathe as I found myself getting sucked into his beautiful gaze. I was just so relieved that he was still alive and that he was still willing to speak to me.
"I almost tore this entire city apart just to look for you. Who would have thought that a simple gunshot wound would lead you directly to me? If I had known, I would have done this or something similar sooner," he said as if talking to himself.
"You looked for me?" I asked, with disbelief in my tone, as if I didn’t know what exactly to expect.
"Of course I would look for you. You are my wife," he replied without any hesitation. The tone of his voice as he pronounced each word slowly and deliberately brought a shiver to my spine. In a way, I knew that he was right when he said that I was still his wife.
"Is that why you came looking for me? Because you think that I belong to you?" I asked before I could stop myself and my smart mouth.
The truth was, I was glad that he spent so much effort looking for me because I couldn’t take it if he was completely fine or indifferent about my disappearance. Regardless of the reason, I was thankful that he looked for me and that he expressed care for me.
"I don’t know exactly why you ran from me, and I’m not exactly interested. Come back to where you belong, Dahlia," Bradon said as if offering me some wise advice.
"Why should I?" I asked, and my tone sounded so bitter even to my own ears.
By that time, I had figured out that I also felt more than slightly betrayed, and that was because Bradon had withheld a very important piece of information from me. He never told me anything about Anthony, no matter how many times I asked. For the life of me, I couldn’t understand the reason why he couldn’t and wouldn’t tell me the truth about Anthony and his condition.
"Why did you keep the truth away from me? I kept asking you again and again, but you never told me anything!" I demanded to know. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶
"What the hell are you going on about? Is that the kind of reaction you should be having after seeing that your husband is still alive?" Bradon asked, with clear dissatisfaction in his tone.
He probably had no idea how much I wanted to pull him into my embrace and bury my face in his strong and muscular chest. However, I couldn’t let myself do that with all the guilt that was still dragging me down and the decision I had made - that we needed to end things. It felt more than enough for me that I could see him once again and that he was still alive.
"I just found out from Diana that Anthony has been in a coma all this time. Why didn’t you tell me anything? I asked you so many times, but you always avoided telling me the truth," I said as I frowned at him.
"Why does it matter? It’s not like you could have done anything even if you knew the truth," Bradon replied defensively.
"That’s not the point. The point is you kept the truth away from me intentionally. Why?" I demanded once again for answers.
"Instead of worrying about me, you’re worrying about him? Instead of caring for your husband, you’re expressing care for another man, is that it?" Bradon asked coldly.
His hand shot out as his arm circled around my waist and pulled me closer to him. The way he held me so possessively made my heart beat faster in my chest as I found it impossible to tear my eyes away from his intense gaze.
"I guess I underestimated my father. I never thought that he would help you escape. I should have kept you literally under lock and key so that you could never escape from me ever again," Bradon whispered softly, as if he wanted his words to be for my ears only.
"I won’t let you keep me as a prisoner," I replied.
"I told you before, I will never let you go again," Bradon hissed.
His hand never left my waist as he guided me through a maze of hallways. He never glanced back at Diana to see how she reacted. I let him guide me wherever he wanted to as I began to feel more alive now that we were together. He opened the door to what I soon found out was a private hospital room. The door swung open and then shut behind us before I heard the distinct clicking sound of the lock snapping into place. I knew that we needed to talk about so many things to the point where I didn’t know where to start.
