Lose You To Love Me (Mafia Romance)

CHAPTER 56

THEO'S POV

CHAPTER 56 - FUCK EMOTIONS

I went straight to my place in Manhattan, to think, gather my thoughts, and just be away from Lia. At this moment, the bustling city streets were all I needed to escape the chaos of my mind and the perfect distraction from my tangled emotions.

But all of that was just wishful thinking.

What now?

I sighed in disappointment when I saw Andreas, the very last person I wanted to see, seated comfortably on the couch, glass in hand, and a satisfied smile on his face as if he was expecting me.

"Well played," I said. I didn't hide my sneer as I walked towards him, my voice dripping with sarcasm, "You must be so proud of yourself for ruining everything."

"What is there to ruin when you said you don't care about any of it in the first place?" He retorted in a knowing manner. "Besides, didn't you give me your blessing to execute whatever twisted plan I have? Well, there you have it. Should have done it sooner though." Andreas finished the last sentence with a smug smile, beaming with satisfaction.

It was twisted indeed, but I was far from being impressed.

Though I already had come to terms with the fact that this was for the better in the long run, I couldn't help but worry about the potential consequences that would follow. This uncertainty kept me on edge.

"And how do you propose to carry out our plan if Amelia suddenly decides to leave me because of this?" I challenged him, my voice steady but cold. "You didn't think this thoroughly, did you? I don't think so. You were too fixated on my relationship with Amelia that it's clouding your judgement and planning."

As if what I said had finally struck a chord within him, Andreas lowered his gaze and remained silent, possibly realizing the weight of his obsession and its impact on our plan.

I made my way to the mini bar and poured myself a whiskey. I gulped everything down in one go, hoping that the burning sensation in my throat would distract me from the chaos that Andreas had caused.

But no matter how much whiskey I drank, I couldn't shake off the frustration building inside me, but more so, the haunting image of Lia's hurt eyes. They were filled with disappointment and betrayal, piercing through my very being.

Honestly, no amount of whiskey could ever numb the guilt I felt for causing her such pain. And fuck, I couldn't even do anything about it!

The damage had been done, the trust was broken, and all I could do was carry on with the original plan no matter what.

But how would I face her from now on? How could I look into her eyes and pretend like everything was normal when I knew I had shattered something beautiful beyond repair?

But the big question is, would she still be willing to stay despite all that had happened? How could I even protect her without her on my side?

"You're right," Andreas admitted, finally acknowledging the flaw in his approach. "But you have to admit that it's necessary."

I glared at him after he said this, and before I could even demand for an explanation, Andreas took a deep breath and laid out the circumstances that led him to believe his action was necessary for the greater good.

"If you think my judgement was clouded, yours was even skewed," he pointed out with a stern look. "You can't possibly think I didn't notice you always take your wife into consideration when making decisions, did you? You were so consumed with the thoughts of Amelia to the point that you don't engage much in dangerous missions unlike before because you don't want her to worry." He continued, his voice filled with disappointment.