The Cheated Mafia Husband novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Jeffrey’s temper had grown increasingly volatile, and everyone at the casino walked on eggshells around him.

He couldn’t understand how a gravely injured woman and her frail mother vanished right under his nose. That night, he was on the top floor again, drunk out of his mind.

When Amelia arrived, one of his men was still giving a report. Jeffrey cursed, grabbed the nearest bottle, and hurled it across the room.

The man fell silent immediately and fled when he saw Amelia at the

door.

She pushed down her unease and stepped closer to help him up.

“Jeff, why are you drinking so much again? Let me help you back to bed.”

His unfocused eyes lifted, and suddenly he grabbed her wrist.

“Geri…” His voice cracked, hoarse and pleading. “Don’t go. I was wrong. Come back to me.”

Amelia froze.

Didn’t Jeffrey say she was dead?

She looked around the room-the vanity, the wardrobe, the nightstand……. and realized there wasn’t a single photo to be found.

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What kind of man, who claimed to have loved his wife, kept not even a picture of her?

The next day, Jeffrey took her to a prenatal checkup.

On the drive back, Amelia ventured tentatively, “Jeff, when will we have our wedding? If we wait much longer, I won’t be able to hide my pregnancy.”

In the past, Jeffrey would have been ecstatic.

But now, irritation prickled beneath his skin.

“I’m too busy with casino affairs right now,” he muttered. “We’ll talk about it later.”

Amelia lowered her head. “If it’s too much trouble for you… I can leave.”

He was silent for a few seconds, then sighed. “Don’t overthink it. Once the casino matters are settled at the end of the month, we’ll have our wedding.”

Back at the casino, while Jeffrey was in a meeting, Amelia slipped into the records room.

The guards didn’t dare stop her.

She searched through file after file but found no document related to Geraldine.

“Mrs. Delacruz, what exactly are you looking for?” one of the young men asked hesitantly.

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“I want to see Geraldine’s file.”

The guy blurted, “Her file? Mr. Delacruz ordered everything destroyed after she left-”

The man next to him elbowed him hard, but the damage was done.

Amelia’s face drained of color, her heart gripped by an icy, invisible hand.

She stumbled out of the archives in a daze and somehow wandered all the way to the basement entrance.

Faint, inhuman screams echoed from deep inside. Inside, Kieran was chained to the ground, his body pressed against shards of broken glass.

“Mr. Delacruz, please! I was wrong! We’ll stay out of Trenton! Just let me go!”

Jeffrey’s laugh was low and cold. “You think that worthless piece of land compares to my wife?”

Kieran knew there was no way out; pain twisted his features, mingled with a strange, mocking grin.

“Your wife? Jeffrey, drop the act! I saw you clearly, holding your new woman in the car! And now you’re pretending to be some lovesick saint? You’re absolutely disgusting!”

Jeffrey’s eyes narrowed as he said calmly, “Cut his tendons.”

The moment he finished speaking, his gaze caught a flash of fabric—a skirt disappearing by the doorway.

Amelia froze in terror and turned to run, but he caught up in just a few strides and seized her wrist.

She trembled violently, tears streaming down her face.

Jeffrey pulled her into his arms, his tone firm yet oddly soothing. “Don’t be afraid. I’m just teaching them a lesson so no one will ever dare touch you again.”

“No!” Amelia sobbed. “It’s not like that!”

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