HIS

Chapter 30

I'm awoken by the door slamming, so I turned my head checking the time. It's 7 :00 and I can still feel the warmth of his body on his spot next to me, which indicates, he just left. I need to talk to him today and find out what is going on because things can't go on like this. This is not how a husband should act toward his wife regardless of going through tough times. He has been distant, since our return home from Italy.

I don't know if I did something or if he regrets marrying me. Besides all that, I need to get out of this house because I'm fed-up moving from the kitchen to the bedroom and home gym. I also need to buy some necessities and underwear and food as the fridge and cupboards were empty.

I decide to get up and make a smoothie as the only ingredients that are left is frozen fruit. I then hit the gym for a full hour and headed into the shower, I got dressed and did some schoolwork for three hours and decided to make the phone call to Domenico at 13:00 the afternoon.

I pressed the dial button and waited a second before the phone started ringing. He rejected my call, and it went straight to voicemail. I tried again and the same happened. I laid on the couch thinking and contemplating what my next step should be. I don't want to call Kate or Camilla because I don't like involving people in my personal business. I could be wrong about there being any problems between us, and he could just be busy. Maybe I'm just overthinking.

I decided to watch some Netflix and order some pizza. At around 22:00, I went to bed because of exhaustion from staying in this house the whole day.

I woke up at 3:00 when I heard the front door close and people giggling. One was Domenico shushing the person and the other was a woman I could make out from the sound of the giggles. I decided to inspect, so I put on a robe and silently made my way downstairs. I walked downstairs and was about to enter the lounge as the noise was coming from there, but what I saw made my heart drop.

There was a blonde woman who was busy caressing Domenico's face and she was clearly intoxicated, which I could pick up from her slurring while talking to him. He removed her hands from his face and held her hands in his

"Isabella, thanks for tonight. I had a blast." He thanked her.

The name he uttered made me break out in a cold sweat and broke my heart into a million pieces, as I watched them being in such an intimate position. This is the woman he hated with his whole being, but just look at how nice he is to her.

We have been married for a mere two seconds and it's already going like this? Why choose marriage when you never intended to respect your marriage or me?.

"No, problem" she said, as she sat there lovingly staring at him "the last two weeks was everything I hoped for and more, but I have to leave now. Will we meet again for lunch?" she asked with a smile on her face to which he nods.

Last two weeks? More than she hoped for? I'm going to kill Domenico. So, this is where my husband has been. I was under the impression he was out doing business or trying to get behind the attacks that's coming our way.

I decided to silently make my way back to our bedroom and pretended to be asleep. I won't ask any questions as what I saw with my own two eyes was proof enough.

After a good 30 minutes downstairs, Domenico entered our bedroom. I could hear him get out of his clothes and jump straight into bed. He got in with his back facing me and 10 minutes later he was snoring.

I jumped out of bed and got dressed in a pair of jeans and hoody. Luckily, I don't have to depend on a man financially. Thanks, Mother, for thinking of me while you were alive. I thought to myself. I take out the biggest piece of luggage that had wheels and started to pack everything that I am able to pack. Clothes, shoes, products and documents. Never forget the documents.

I won't be listening to cheaters, that's for sure. Then he still has the gal to bring the bitch here. The fuck. Luckily, I saw enough.

I place my hood over my head and left through the back door down the path leading down a walkway towards the main road trail. I knew there wouldn't be any guards because I've watched them and that's a spot they almost never patrol.

I walked as fast as possible until I reached a semi busy street and flagged down a cab. I don't have a phone because I left all my electronics that could be traced at home. I've watched enough true crime documentaries to know how people are traced.

I have two bank accounts setup in my name. The one that my mother's money was placed in, which is an offshore account that Is untraceable. The other account is money I worked for, and Domenico paid money into. I don't intend on making use of any of the two. Both are traceable and Domenico or any of his people had the means to trace anyone, anywhere. I have about two thousand dollars cash on me that I kept in the house for emergency, that Domenico was not aware of. Growing up and having only yourself to depend on, will always let you create back up plans.

I decided to head to a diner to get a coffee until my mom's lawyer's office opened, in about three hours. I kept my hood down in order to avoid cameras and people. While I'm sitting there, I contemplate and think over my actions and everything that happened since leaving Italy.

How did we get to this? The last couple of weeks were harder than I expected them to be. I didn't sign up for a life of neglect and cheating on me by my own husband, the one that I trusted the most. The fact that he brought his ex, who he supposedly hated to our home while sitting in our lounge and them touching each other, said everything I needed to know. He had the guts to bring her into our personal space after the way she spoke to me. He's cheating on me and it's as clear as day. He most probably didn't want to be with me anymore and didn't know how to get rid of me.

I don't think leaving the house and leaving him was too soon, because he made that decision on behalf of the both of us by disrespecting me as his wife, but most of all, the sanctity of our marriage. Bringing that woman into our home was the straw that broke the camel's back. I am done and I will never tolerate any woman or anyone for that matter to overstep my boundaries ever again. He could have explained if he was going through somethings instead ghosting me.

"Don't worry Mr. Mancini, even though I love you, I don't need you and I will not allow you to walk over me" I muttered to myself under my breath, while I'm sipping on my 3rd cup of coffee. When it was time to leave, I paid and left. I reached the office of the lawyer and quickly discussed the fact that I wanted to get a divorce and gave him instruction on my expectations. He got his secretary to type out everything and gave me a copy to sign. After my signature was put on the document, he informed me that he would give the signed copy and serve it to Domenico to get his signature. He also explained the process should he contest the divorce.

We discussed the fact that Domenico might come and threaten him to find out my location. He was already aware of Domenico being part of the Mafia and he clearly knew how to deal with his type. I informed him that I was dropping off the grid so there would be no way for him or anyone for that matter, to get in contact with me. I told him to wait for me to contact him when I'm ready to follow up on the divorce proceedings. He totally understood. Now I know why my mother chose him as a lawyer. The man is very discreet.

I left his office after two hours and jumped into a cab, then headed to a bus station. I used my fake ID that I got the first week after leaving home for New York, to get a ticket. I sat in my seat and waited for the bus to fill up. While the bus was filling up, I activated the phone I got at one of the shops and I thank the heavens that I kept the fake ID, because I don't want anyone to know where I'm going.

Once the bus was filled up and, on its way, I decided to create a new e-mail and google places I could stay at in the town I'm headed to. When we left the state of New York I instantly felt relief and a sense of calmness come over me. I know I will have a breakdown of some sort somewhere and that I'm functioning on adrenaline, but it will not happen now. Once I get settled the ton of bricks will fall and my emotions will have the better of me. You have to mourn the old in order to build the new and that's just how life works. I am not just leaving Domenico behind, but I'm leaving that old life behind where I was either treated as nothing or second best. It is time I become the best version of Olivia I can be, and I will not let anyone stand in my way.

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