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Chapter 321

Chapter 321

Chapter 321

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To my chagrin, the first photograph in the book is one of Kent with his arm wrapped around Natalia's shoulders, grinning at the camera while Natalia crosses her arms and gives the camera saucy look.

But as I look closer at it, I can't help but smile and laugh a little. Because Kent looks so much like Daniel - so much so that if you hadn't told me any better, I'd have said that that was Daniel in the photograph wearing a flannel shirt with very 90's floppy hair.

My eyes run over Kent's face, his figure, and I have to bite my lip a little at the sight of him. He just looks so...young, so happy. I mean honestly, it's not like I really think of Kent as old now- he's still crazy hot and in incredible shape. But in this picture he's what...sixteen? Christ, he's younger than I am now.

I begin to flip through the album, smiling more at the vintage fashions, the shots of Kent and Natalia in the Italian countryside, then lounging around in someone's bedroom, even eating gelato in a city somewhere - maybe Rome? I linger particularly on the few close-up shots of Kent's face, clearly taken by an admirer, when I realize that this album actually doesn't have any pictures of Lenai in it. And that's when I realize that it's her album because...she took the pictures.

And I go still, a little bit, realizing that this is so much more of a glimpse into her life into Daniel's mother's life, than it is to

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Kent's or Natalia's. And that feels just so... incredibly intimate, to be seeing Kent through his wife's eyes before she was even his wife...that I have to close the book.novelbin

I let it rest a moment on my lap and then, on impulse, I set it quickly aside. Like it will burn me, or curse me, or something - I don't know.

I pick up my glass of wine and sit quietly in the chair for a long time, trying to parse through my emotions.

And I'm shocked, and a little scared, to find that the one that keeps rising to the top is...jealousy.

Jealous. I'm jealous of Lenai. I want to be the one who watched Kent grow up, who got to go on his first adventures with him, who took photos of him falling asleep on a train in the Italian countryside. I want to be the one who wondered what kind of man he'd turn out to be.

And quite suddenly I'm horribly, bitterly jealous of this woman. Which I know is ridiculous because she's dead - she's been dead for a long time, and I know Kent has moved on from her.

But she got so many wonderful moments with him moments !'

never have.

And I get what...a few stolen nights tucked away in his bedroom in m secret? I mean, has he ever even touched me outside, in the light of day?

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