Flash Marriage: Shrewd Wife, Devious Husband
Chapter 178: Not As Expected

Chapter 178: Not As Expected

"Are you okay?" Tony gently rubbed her back. "Eat something."

Marcella let out a deep breath looking at the plate in front of her. "I’m not hungry," she pushed the plate and got up.

"You’re not drinking if you’re not eating," Tony blocked her.

"Come on!" Marcella stomped her foot.

Tony chuckled. "Have something. It’s not good to go to bed on empty stomach."

Marcella took her seat. She still didn’t feel like eating. "Did you cook?" she asked Tony. It looked like his cooking.

"Yeah, I knew you’d be..." he walked to her and patted her head. "Eat something, Birdie... "

Marcella took in a deep breath. She started eating and Tony joined her. She finished the plate and leaned back.

"I almost killed him, Tony. It would have been the easiest thing," she said.

She couldn’t shake away what happened in the park.

"And no one would have blamed you. You wouldn’t have faced any consequences. You would have been hailed as a hero," Tony said. "Why didn’t you?" he asked.

He heard what happened there and wanted to know why she didn’t kill the scum. It would have been a service to humanity if she had pulled the trigger. He heard that the crowd gave him a nice treatment and that calmed him.

"I cannot become the executioner no matter how just I am, Tony. The law should do that," she said.

Tony let out a sigh. He didn’t know whether she was right or not. But this was what differentiated her from her father. He shouldn’t have been surprised by her answer but he missed something; she usually decides after thinking about him and his future.

"Also," Marcella continued. "I cannot go around punishing people when you are going to run for office. It won’t be good optics."

Tony pulled her chair closer to him while chuckling.

Of course, she thought of him!

Marcella leaned on his chest. "I can’t believe he’s going to walk free, Tony... How can a vile man like him be allowed to live around kids?" she rubbed her face on his chest.

Tony patted her back. "Talk to the mother again. She might change her mind..."

Marcella looked at him and sighed. "I can’t force her, Tony. She’s already in a pitiful state. She has a toddler and... She works three jobs to support her kids. I understand her. Courts drain time; time she doesn’t have. If she goes around trying to bring justice to the man who technically hadn’t hurt her daughter, she probably would lose her livelihood. She needs to feed them."

Tony pressed his lips. His eyes were soft and Marcella could see that he too was feeling bad.

"Even if I offer to take care of her kids, she feels like there isn’t any guarantee that he would be found guilty. She is thankful that her daughter is safe and wants to move on with her life. She wants to move closer to her mother. Oh, Tony... She’s being selfish and doesn’t care about the other kids he might hurt in the future, but still, I can’t blame her, can I? She’s just a mother who wants to do her best." She leaned on him.

Tony patted her back. He couldn’t refute her. Most of the time, dreading the arduous procedures of getting the justice they deserve, victims decide to move on rather than pursue legal action. In a way, it helps people like that beast to prey upon innocents. It’s a sad reality.

"He has a mark on his back now that he was exposed. People are going to keep a watchful eye on him around children," Tony said. He hoped she would feel better.

That fat guy wouldn’t be the only predator roaming freely as the laws were lax. If left to him, he would end all those pigs. But she was right. They cannot go around playing executioners. They have to be wise about it.

Marcella’s eyes widened and she held his hand. "Tony, his wife kept on insisting that her husband was not that kind of man!"

"You think she knows?" Tony asked. People are weird. If it were him, he would have gotten a hefty life insurance policy on such a person and killed him by making it look like an accident. He would be better off with that money.

"She knows," Marcella nodded. "Tony, what if they choose to sue me for defamation?" she asked. "He said he knew the district attorney and called me the mafia’s daughter."

With no case filed against that fat guy, they might try to double down and try to strike the first blow to prove their innocence. They needed to be prepared for anything.

Tony smiled and hugged her. "Let them come," he kissed her head.

Then he will have the green signal to go hard on those pigs. She might not choose to not take the path her father took, but he loved that path. He knew of some places where fat pigs could be buried with no one to disturb them.

The smirk on Tony’s face gave Marcella an idea of what he was planning. She didn’t care as long as Tony was careful.

"Mark Paulo had met Tailor Caruso. He asked us to be careful," Marcella said.

With the other problem, she had forgotten about it.

"Should we go to his Thanksgiving?" Tony asked furrowing his brows. He wanted to know what Paul was planning. They can find it out if they visit him.

"No! Don’t even think about it!" Marcella said. She didn’t even want to entertain that idea. She didn’t have a good feeling about it. "Tony, promise me you’ll stay away," she held his hand. She didn’t think Tony agreed with her.

Tony nodded taking in a deep breath. Marcella was not convinced.

"Joey and you are going to wear the same suit for our Christmas card," Marcella said with a smile.

Everything around her might be tough, but she found the joy in little things.

"Whatever you say, Ma’am," Tony bowed. "You should match our tie then," he said.

Marcella nodded. She was already planning that way.

Tony helped her in cleaning up the kitchen. Placing the leftovers in the fridge, she asked, "You talked to Beth?"

Tony’s face went pale. She was looking inside the fridge and didn’t notice his reaction. Tony quickly composed himself.

"How did you know?" he asked.

"Oh, Beth mentioned it when she called me," Marcella closed the fridge door and turned to face Tony.

"She called?" Tony cleared his throat. His palms had gone cold but he didn’t let it show on his face. He warned that woman to stay clear from his family. She pretended to take his advice but then, why did she call here?

"What did she say?" he asked.

"Are you okay, Tony?" Marcella walked to him. "You look pale. Are you catching a cold? You should dry your hair properly. Winter is coming," Marcella checked his temperature with her hand.

Tony held her hand. "What did she say?" he asked again.

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