Substitute Wife for the Mafia King R18-Chapter 372: Direct Experience

The way she was acting only made me even more curious about her true intentions. "I’m listening," I urged for her to tell me her side of the story.

"It was all me, none of him," Diana said before pressing her lips into a thin line.

"As in...?" I mumbled.

"Everything was planned by me, and Bradon knew nothing about it. He was pretty much the victim in the situation as well. I was the one who planned everything and made sure that you had to go out that day in my place," Diana began her confession before taking a pause.

"Go on," I urged patiently. Had I not connected the dots before this, I would have been in for quite a shock.

"I knew that Bradon was going to come to pick you up from the hospital on the day you were supposed to be discharged. So I purposefully set up a photoshoot with the magazine on that day, and I also pretended to be sick so that you would take my place. I knew that being the wonderful sister that you are, you would help me out," she said, her tone starting to sound very apologetic.

"You’re right. I am a wonderful sister, but you have to stop taking advantage of that fact," I said, disliking the fact that I sounded a little too harsh.

"I am not going to apologize for this until I’ve told you my entire story and then you decide whether I owe you an apology or not. However, I do apologize for all the times before that I’ve taken advantage of this fact," my sister replied before winking at me.

"Just continue on with your story," I said before rolling my eyes upwards towards the ceiling.

"Well, I guess you can already imagine what happened. I set up the whole thing so that you would walk in on Bradon and me making out. Okay, that came out wrong. What really happened was we talked for a bit, and I climbed on his lap and tried to kiss him," Diana said before pausing to gauge my reaction.

"And why did you do something like that?" I continued pressing on for answers.

"Why do you think so?" she asked instead of replying to my question directly.

"How am I supposed to know?" I snapped back, folding my arms over my chest.

"I guess this is why they say that an outsider’s view can be beneficial to understanding the overall situation. Sometimes we miss the crucial details when we are directly involved, although it might be extremely obvious to an onlooker," Diana explained theoretically before smiling knowingly at me.

"Can you stop beating around the bush and tell me the answer directly? I’m not sure I have the brain capacity or the patience to follow you right now," I replied flatly.

"I thought that perhaps the best way to let you realize the truth about how you feel would be for you to experience it firsthand," Diana said with widened eyes as if she was excited.

"So you did that to test me?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at her to express my displeasure.

"I was only doing it for your own good. As I told you before, sometimes it is easier for you to believe if you experienced it yourself. It’s not like you’re the type of person that would believe what other people tell you, are you?" Diana asked, and I had to admit that she wasn’t exactly wrong.

"Still, I don’t think you should have done something like that. Isn’t it just too extreme?" I asked, my mind racing to process my sister’s true intentions.

"Too extreme? I think compared to the things that we’ve done in the past, this is actually quite mild," she replied before flashing me an innocent smile.

"Still, I don’t think you should have done that. Bradon can be dangerous," I mumbled with the best excuse I could come up with.

"Well, I guess I should thank you for worrying about me, but to be honest, I think you should be more worried about yourself. Honestly, I’m very worried about you, Dahlia," my sister said, and her tone was so gentle that it made my heart ache slightly.

"There’s nothing for you to worry about. We just need to sort out our roles, and after that, I will work on helping Desmond with his plan. After that, I will be free to do whatever and go wherever I want," I said as I tried to gather my determination.

"You know, I don’t know whether you truly don’t understand or that you’re trying to ignore the truth. So let me ask you this, how did you feel when you walked in on us that day at the hospital?" Diana asked as she fixed her gaze directly on my face.

How did I feel?

It felt like my heart was about to burst out of my chest, and everything inside of me felt twisted to the point where I couldn’t take it. My mind was in a mess, and my emotions went out of control. I had no choice but to get myself out of there so that I didn’t have to see or hear anything more. That was just how intense my emotions were at that moment, and it probably took me too long to put a name to that emotion. Perhaps Diana was right that I was too much of a coward to accept the truth, and that was exactly why I was running away from it and ignoring it for my own convenience. I didn’t want to take the risk of facing my emotions and the truth head-on because I didn’t know where the truth would take me or if I would be able to handle the consequences.

"If it bothered you and you felt hurt and betrayed, then you probably realized that you were jealous after seeing the two of us together like that. Now, why would you get jealous? He’s not supposed to be your husband, and your relationship isn’t supposed to be real. So, why would you ever get jealous, right?" my sister asked knowingly as if she was lecturing a young child.

–To be continued...