CHAPTER: 40
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"Okay, justify yourself. Give the reasons that why you hide this from me for so long,"
Said Anna, her hands crossing on her chest and eyes asking for an explanation from Ivan. She was angry for sure that Ivan didn't tell her anything regarding his biological mother.
She is still alive
And the world thinks that she is dead.
Of course, Anna is angry. She has the right to get angry on him when he had hidden something so big from her. As his wife, she has right to know what her husband has kept wrapped up inside his heart.
Ivan shrugged looking down. He heaved a heavy sigh before patting the place next to him on the bed where he was sitting. Getting his gestures, Anna slowly made her way and sat down beside him waiting for him to say something.
She could see that Ivan's facial features saddened. His eyes were screaming the emotions that Anna probably had never seen before. Gulping, she placed her palm on his shoulder.
He was sitting with his palms rubbing against each other elbows on the knees and head hung low probably not wanting to show Anna how miserable he was feeling. Guilt ran through Anna's mind seeing how her questions saddened Ivan.
Maybe he was dealing with something harsh all this time.
"Ivan, if you don't want to tell me, then it's okay. If it's hard for you, then don't tell me." Anna said sighing. Getting up from the bed, she was about to leave when he caught her wrist stopping her.
"No Anna. It's nothing like that. You're my wife and you've right to know. And, I will tell you." He smiled caressing her soft cheek. His blue oceanic eyes sparkled. He was glad to have her beside him.
"Anna, I... I never wanted to disclose my weakness to anyone. I never wanted to represent myself as a weak person but, you are wife. I hope you will understand me." Ivan said, his voice croaked as if he was dealing with something so miserable that was drowned deep inside his heart.
"I was an introvert kid from always the reason that my parents can't seem to focus on me. I still remember, when I lived in Boston, all my days would go miserably bad. You wanted to know why I hate my father so much."
"This is the reason why I hate him so much. I can't see myself to like him, respect him as a father. Dad never loved my mom. All she will do is to follow him like a puppet. I hated this. I hated my mom bring so much weak in front of him. Dad married her forcefully. It was just his attraction, his desire that made my mom's life a living hell. After marrying her, he did not even treat her well. All he would do is shouting on her, getting angry on her, he even abused her so many times. I can't tell you how my heart sank the day I saw him hitting mom in front of my eyes. So badly and so ruthlessly."
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