Torn Apart...|Mafia Story.|

15.The woman who gave me birth.

"N-n-nn-noooo. No no no no noo, that can not be. P-p-plea-a-se".

I put my hand on my mounth to stop the the sobs.

I was so scared . So shocked.

I can never tell him this.

Noo this can not be happening .

God please save me.

I barged out of the salon balling my eyes out , it was cold.

I felt freezed.

I let my feet carry me wherever they do.

I could not even hear the cars passing by because of the loud heartbeat in my chest.

I was just so absent minded.

I headed to the ocean , my peace place, the last time I headed there was the morning that I woke up in my husband's bed.

I was scared.

But this time it was another type of scared.

Those crazy ideas kept rolling through my mind.

What if he finds out.

What if it is true.

What if Luke knew, he will leave me.

Am I gonna be a mom!?

How can I tell mom she is having her first grandson or daughter.

Anthony is gonna be an uncle.

He is gonna be a dad...

Just that idea scared me .

Then the most realistical thing came to my mind.

Abortion.

This is the only way.

So the first one I could call was Emma.

I called her but she did not pick up.

I tried the second and the third time but nothing.

"Come on pick up please I need you."

Still nothing.

I was now alone crying and hiding from my fear.

"Trouble in paradise?" A voice beside me talked and I did not have to look the other side because I knew who it was.

"Tyler." I simply said his name between a sigh hiding my teary eyes with my hair.

"The only time you come here is when you are really upset. And that did not happen in years."

Everything changed babyboy.

Since I did not reply beause I knew I would tear up but I had to act tough in front of him , he carried on.

"Your rich hubby made you sad?" He asked but his voice was more filled with sarcasm and hatred than concern.

"None of your business." I kept playing my "Tough rich wife" role and it seemed believable. I have always been good at acting.

"So it's gona be like that then." He replied to me but I could not seperate the hatred from the hurt in his voice.

"Could ask u the same question anyways." I tried to make it cool but still keeping up with my act.

It really hurts inside.

"Trouble in hell I guess." Smooth.

I hummed and nodded my head as an answer.

"I give you the last chance to tell me why, the real reason , or-"