Chapter 3: 3


    I crossed the distance between Ethan and me, grabbed his shoulder from behind, and pulled him off


    Ste’s body.


    Ste stumbled back on her feet from the impact but caught herself from falling.


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    “Hope I am…” she started saying.


    But before she could continue, I lifted my palm to her face to indicate that she should stop talking


    “Hope, I do not want this girl in my house ever again.” Ethan said while pulling himself off my hold and


    trying to manage his clothing. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and continued talking,


    “Ste tried to kiss me! She does not have enough shame to even think about you.”


    I did not reply to his words. As soon as Ethan had freed himself off from my hold, I walked forward to


    Ste.


    I grabbed her hand, pulled her close to me, looked her in the eyes and whispered,


    “Can you please help me pack?”


    And that is when I realized that my voice was trembling. I was not crying but my hands were shaking.


    Ste’s fingers immediately tightened around my hand. Taking that as her approval I pulled her towards


    the closet.


    I grabbed the suitcase that was on the top of it, pulled it down, opened the closet and started throwing


    my things inside without caring about folding them. Ste also got into action and started putting them


    in random folds so that I could have more space.


    I grabbed my purse that had my identification documents, a nice sum of cash and my credit card that I


    had since I was in college and threw it along.


    I did not hear Ethan walking to me. He came and grabbed my elbow while turning me around to face


    me,


    “What the fuck are you doing?”


    I looked up at him them. No, actually, really looked up at his face.


    His caramel skin was turning a bit pink, probably because of the drinks that he had in the party and


    probably because he was angry right now. His unusual green eyes stared back at my face. Questioning


    expressions and confused gaze.


    Did he really not realize what he had done to me?


    “What would have you done if you had seen me kissing your best friend?” I asked back.


    I saw him gulp visibly. It was not apparent and shy but I saw it clear as day. If anyone else were in


    my ce, they would not have noticed it, but I did.


    My husband was the son of a mafia leader. He was used to not showing his weakness, his


    expressions. Not showing his feelings on his face was an art that was embedded in his soul since he


    had stepped inside the business with his father.


    But I had loved him since I hade to know the meaning of word love. I had given my youth to him. I


    had seen him walk through hell and heaven when he hade to me with a beaten up face without


    any exnation. I had tended to his wounds that were not visible to the eyes.


    How could I not see when he was standing in front of me being so confused about his own feelings?


    I did not wait to hear his response. I turned around again to see Ste pulling the zip close of the


    suitcase. I grabbed her hand and the handle of the suitcase, and started walking out of the room.


    Ethan did not even pretend to stop me. He watched me walk out of the room and down the stairs.


    All the guests were gone and Ethan’s dad, Richard Romano and mom, Lena were also nowhere in the


    sight as I had walked out of the hall. They also had left probably.


    I grabbed the keys of Ethan’s Porche that were on the dining table and continued walking. I heard a


    heavy set of footsteps behind me and did not need to turn around to see who it was.


    “You know that the members of Romano family are not allowed to take part their ways.” I heard Ethan’s


    voice from behind me,


    “You will have toe back to me.”


    I did not reply to him. I knew of this tradition. I had watched it get embedded into the minds of children


    of our cousins and their children and so on.


    This was about the reputation of family. ‘If you can not keep the members of your own family in control,


    you are not strong enough to handle a gang that falls under your protection’, I had heard them say the


    quote a thousand times.


    But in that humiliating moment when I was not even sure if I was going to have to spend my nights on


    street or if I was going to be brought back in this house with their hands around my hairs, I wanted to


    get out of this ce that my husband was standing in with no sight of any remorse on his face. Like he


    was daring me to walk out on him.


    I did not turn around or answer back after hearing his words. But while I was crossing the threshold of


    the house, I saw Ste turn back to look at Ethan, lift her hand up in the air, and then flip him the bird


    up high.


    And in that moment I did not know why or how, my mouth curved up in a grin at her


    action.