Substitute Wife for the Mafia King R18-Chapter 426: Well Deserved

"He has to grow up and deal with it. It’s just heartbreak for god’s sake. He’ll move on in no time, you’ll see," Diana told me brightly.

With no one to talk to about this, I turned to my sister for advice and also hoped that she could help cheer me up.

"I don’t know about that," I replied, not at all convinced.

"It’s really funny, though. Who would have thought that the one that Anthony was truly in love with all this time was you?" Diana said, followed by a high-pitch laugh.

She was clearly having the time of life and enjoying herself all the while I recounted the story that unfolded that day in Anthony’s hospital room. I couldn’t deny that what happened was pretty dramatic, but that didn’t mean that I liked how Diana was reacting.

"I don’t think it’s funny at all. I don’t want to hurt Anthony and I don’t like seeing the two of them get in a fight," I confessed with worry.

"They’re two grown men, they will sort things out and get over it. You don’t have to worry, and you should not meddle in their affair," Diana warned.

"I wasn’t planning on trying to do anything. I mean, I also don’t think that there’s anything that I can do. I’m having difficulty facing Anthony as it is, and Bradon isn’t willing to talk to me about this," I told my sister honestly.

As far as Bradon was concerned, he had done nothing wrong and Anthony was the one who crossed the line, even though unknowingly. Things were strained between them and Bradon refused to discuss the topic with me.

"Well, I’m sure that Bradon made it very clear to Anthony to keep his paws off of you. On that front, things should be fine. Anthony will accept your relationship and move on. If he’s the guy that we know, then he’ll even be happy for the two of you," Diana expressed her view optimistically.

"I don’t know about that. He seemed to deny our relationship and it didn’t help that Bradon told him that we are man and wife, although we didn’t really get married. Anthony clearly doesn’t take our wedding seriously, and I can’t blame him. It’s just so confusing, and maybe that makes him feel like he still has hope and won’t give up," I told her another theory of my own.

"Well, if he doesn’t want to believe that you two are really married just because you didn’t have a proper wedding under your own name, then why don’t you just have one?" Diana suggested as if it was supposed to be the most obvious solution in the world.

"Well..." I murmured before trialing off.

Admittingly, perhaps my sister wasn’t wrong at all.

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**A week later**

Time moved on fast but at the same time, it seemed that everything was at a standstill. I continued living with Bradon in his mansion as he acted as if nothing happened. However, it was impossible for me to forget the confrontation between the two brothers that happened in the hospital not so long ago. As if by silent agreement between Bradon and me, I didn’t make any effort to go see Anthony again.

We received news and updates from the hospital that Anthony had been discharged just as planned. Although I rejoined in the news, I knew that it was better than for me to show my face. Thus, the two of us were not present on the day that Anthony finally moved back home after spending quite a long period in the hospital.

"I’ll be there, so stop worrying already. He’s a grown man and there are so many people there to welcome him home, I assure you," Diana told me over the phone.

That was the first thing she said to me after a casual ’hello’ as if she had been expecting my call to be about Anthony. I smiled before thanking her in a small voice.

"I’m concern about him too. I’ll be there for him in your place too, so don’t worry about him or anyone else. Focus more on yourself, why are you so nice all the time?" Diana asked with some annoyance in her tone.

"I can’t help myself. Because of what happened, even Bradon won’t be there..." I replied as I tried to suppress my feelings of guilt.

"Listen, Dahlia, it is not your fault. What happened is Anthony’s fault if it has to be anyone’s fault. Stop feeling guilty already, I’m getting tired of reminding you that it isn’t your fault," Diana reminded me quite harshly.

"I know..." I mumbled.

"Anyways, I’ll be there for him to congratulate him on his discharge from the hospital with a big smile on my face," Diana quickly assured me again.

"Thank you. I just want him to be happy," I replied with my honest wish.

"Everyone deserves to be happy, I guess..." Diana replied lightly.

I thanked her again before my sister quickly hung up. Bradon was busy with his work, although he made the effort to come home early so that we could have dinner together. Everything between us seemed to be sailing smoothly on the surface; however, I could tell that he was actively avoiding talking about Anthony and what happened.

After a few days, my mind finally stopped replaying that shocking scene over in my head. It wasn’t like I cared less about what happened, but I began thinking more about the future. The question of what was going to happen to all of us interested me more than what had already occurred in the past. I wanted to make sure that whatever the future held for the four of us, it would make us happy in one way of another.

Diana seemed carefree, but there was in fact absolutely nothing secure or sure in her future. A part of that was my fault for sure, since ruining hte position of our family now made her lose her social standing. That didn’t mean that she was no longer a popular figure, but now she was divorced and with no clear goal for her future. Although it didn’t seem to bother Diana at all, it didn’t mean that thinking of it didn’t keep me up at night.