Tattered Love

Chapter 24

"I can't do this anymore Alessio. You have a pregnant mistress. She's holding your heir. I want a damn divorce!" She yells out. Her voice echos through the open reception. I hear her emphasizing on mistress, holding, and heir.

Ana.

She's not my mistress and she isn't carrying our heir. What does Ana have to do with this shit? With her yelling. Before I could move to stop her, she runs but her running looks elegant as if she's gliding across the floor. Alexander slips my laptop into my hands as I watch my wife disappear up the stairs. I slip back into her office with my family as my father closes her door. I open my laptop to a screen full of numbers.

9428 4 729 67 36 47 86 7283 968 255 8439 4283 636 3837994373 73239 86 5455 968 4897 5878 365569 69 5324.

A code.

Rummaging through her desk, I find a notebook. I pull a pen from the pile of pens in a cup upon her desk. Closing the drawer, I open it up to a blank sheet.

2 would be A, B, or C, 3 would be D, E, or F. It felt like hours before I uncoded the first few words What I do or say is to save you all.

What the hell does that mean? Save us from what. My brain begins to decode the numbers quicker now that I've decoded the first sentence. With in a minute of the first sentence being discovered, the rest was written on the notebook.

What I say or do is to save you all. They have men everywhere ready to kill you guys. Just follow my lead.

So the divorce she wants is wasn't for real? She doesn't want a divorce, she's wanting me to know something important. She's being forced into saying this because Ana and Andrè have men ready to take each of us out if she doesn't obey. Her and I need to come up with a plan, a plan that will save her. We need to be discreet about it so they can't catch wind of what is going on.

"I'll type up the divorce papers." Father says as his back is to the door. He sends a wink telling me he understands what's going on. I watch as my Father types away on her computer and before long, several papers are printed out.

"Here, look over it and make sure everything is correct before you hand deliver it to your wife." Father orders. I begin to type away a letter so I can stick it into the folder with our divorce papers. I slip the paper on top of the others within the folder. Closing it tight so no prying eyes could see what I've put; I get up from her desk and begin to head for her room. Two dark figures begin to move but I've seen them. By the time I've come around the reception desk I'm face to face with Ana.

"I heard about Isabella wanting a divorce. I'm sorry." Ana says in a sickly sweetened voice. Sure you are, you fucking bitch.

"I wonder why she wants a divorce for?" Ana questions. Instead of saying my thoughts and killing her in her spot... I speak and act as if I'm in a play. A play I don't want to be in for that matter.

"I don't know. I guess she can't handle that you're carrying my heir." I answer coldly as I walk around her. Her heels sound as she walks behind me.

"Ana I don't have time for your shit. I have to hand these papers to my wife so we can proceed with the divorce." I snap as I enter the main floor. Like a roach, Ana scurries away from me. I walk up the long dreadful steps, each step I take my heart seems to want to break. I finally tap on her door, which she opens after a minute of me tapping. I can see her dried tears in her face. She looks to have just woken up.

Did she cry herself to sleep?

"Yes?" She questions in a sleep ish tone.

"These are for you." I grumble out.

"I.." She freezes up and tears begin to pool in her eyes. I gently shove her back into her room so I can come in. My right foot slams the door behind me. My eyes never straying from her. Her tears finally make their mark onto her cheeks. Taking both my hands, I wipe her tears. I kiss the tip of her nose which causes her to go into shock. I pull Issy into my chest and hug my wife; praying she gets my message.

"I got your message. Now you have mine tucked away in those divorce papers." I whisper in her ear. I back away from her and watch as she opens the page that has my letter. She turns it over and with the pen from the folder begins to mark on the first few pages. She closes the folder as she tucks the letter I written and stuffs it into her bra. Her smile fades and a mask has been placed into her beautiful face.

"No, this won't work Alessio. Go back and fix the marks I've made." She orders with a cold tone. She opens the door and with a hard shove, I'm outside her bedroom door. Before she closes the door, she looks up at me and I can see the mask slowly break. She mouths 'I am sorry. Are you okay.' With a wink only she could see, she knew my answer.

"Don't come back in here until it's fix. That's a load of shit in that stack of papers."

With her parting words, the door is slammed as an added effect in my face.

I believe we found our way of communicating without being detected.