The Remarried Perfect Housewife: A Mafia Boss Proposal

Celeste's late mother once told her not to dwell on it if her husband ever cheated on her.

Because it is in the nature of men to not be content with just one woman. While women should always remain faithful to their husbands and not give in to temptation,.

Celeste carried that belief in her mind for a long time, until she and Darson had been together for almost five years as a married couple.

She was obedient, respectful, and fulfilled all her duties. She even refrained from being jealous to avoid giving Darson a reason to suffocate her and seek out other women.

But her perfection as a wife seemed to be meaningless to Darson.

"D-Darson? Who is she?"

As soon as Celeste opened the door, her husband stood before her. But he was not alone; standing beside him was a woman with a protruding belly, clinging to him.

"Let us in first," Darson responded emotionlessly.

Celeste was left nervous, instinctively stepping aside to make way for them.

She watched with a worried look as Darson assisted the pregnant woman to sit on the living room sofa.

"Thank you, Daddy," the pregnant woman said softly, with a subtle smile on her lips.

Celeste's face contorted upon hearing those words; her forehead wrinkled as her eyebrows furrowed. She hesitated for a moment, questioning whether she had heard correctly.

An overwhelming sense of anxiety rose in her chest. She quickly pulled Darson's arm away from the woman. She couldn't control the rapid rise and fall of her chest or the shortness of her breath.

"D-Darson, who is that woman?" she mustered the courage to ask her husband.

Celeste has been married to Darson for about five years now. They were together their whole lives before they got married.

Her whole life, she had devoted her time to the man because of an arranged marriage set up by their parents.

She loved Darson wholeheartedly, and she knew he loved her just as much. They were like a spoon and fork, always meant to be together. Nothing could break their relationship because of the strong bond they had since childhood.

But in the past two years, the winds of change suddenly blew for her. Unexpected events and misfortunes filled their once beautiful relationship.

"Darson?" she called out to her husband again, noticing the seriousness in his eyes and the coldness of his gaze.

He let out a deep breath before responding. "Starting today, Chiarra will be living in the mansion. You also need to take care of her. She's carrying my child. Make sure not to cause her and the baby any harm."

"W-What?!"

At that moment, Celeste felt like her heart was about to drop out of her chest. She couldn't believe what she was hearing from her husband. She wanted to think that he was just joking, but Darson had never been one to joke around.

"You heard me, Celeste," he said firmly.

She blinked rapidly, tears welling up in her eyes, and her vision blurred as she continued to stare at him.

"Do you want me to treat your mistress well? And your child with her?"

Since two years ago, Darson has been cheating on her multiple times. She can tolerate the pain, but it has a limit!

"Do you want me to openly support your infidelity?" Tears fell one after another from her eyes.

Darson furrowed his eyebrows, quickly getting angry at her words. "Why? Can you give me a child? An heir? Maybe you forgot that you're lucky I haven't left you even though you're infertile, Celeste! Even when Mom insisted on divorcing you, I didn't push it! So I don't want to hear a word from you about this. Chiarra is carrying my child, and she will live here whether you like it or not!"

Her knees trembled in anger at her husband's outburst.

Celeste couldn't count the number of times tears flooded her eyes before him.

This wasn't the first time he had flaunted his infidelity. But it was the first time Darson brought the woman home, and she was pregnant!

She watched as Darson approached the pregnant woman. "Chiarra, I'll tell the maids to prepare your room, okay? Wait for me here."

"Thank you, daddy."

For the second time, she heard the pregnant woman call her husband Daddy, and she couldn't understand her own feelings. It was repulsive, nauseating, and revolting!

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"Sis?" Chiarra turned her attention to her when Darson left.

Celeste's heart pounded heavily. What should she do about this? Confront her? Hurt her? Drag her out? Her mother had taught her how to do it. But with her body frozen in extreme coldness, she could hardly move.

She could do nothing but observe the pregnant woman's appearance. Long, flowing blonde hair that reached her waist, a small and perfectly shaped face. Her mesmerizing eyes were so beautiful, small and almond-shaped, with a lovely nose and well-shaped lips.

In her tight-fitting red dress, the beauty of her figure was evident, despite the noticeable bulge in her belly.

"I'm sorry, sis," Chiarra approached her with a bowed head, looking pitiful. "Because of me, you and Daddy are fighting..."

"Daddy?" her face contorted with bitterness.

"Oh!" embarrassment appeared on Chiarra's face as she placed her hand on her own stomach. "I called him that because he will be the father of our child... I hope you won't be mad."

"Mad?" Her nails dug into her palm. Her muscles trembled, urging her to confront her right now!

"He said you will take care of me and our baby inside the mansion," the mistress remained gentle and spoke softly. "He said you are kind and patient, so I hope you won't be angry with Darson and me, sis. I've been pregnant for four months now, so I'm asking you not to do anything bad to me, sis."

Celeste took heavy breaths, suppressing her anger. She wiped away the tears that had gathered in her eyes and stared sharply at Chiarra.

"Don't call me sis because you're not my sister."

"But you're older than me, right?" Innocently, she met her gaze. "You're almost thirty, while I'm only twenty. And besides... we'll both be Darson's wives. Why don't we consider ourselves as sisters?"

Their teeth clenched with suppressed anger. "Who said you're also his wife? You're just a mistress! Where did my husband pick you up? Just by your appearance and the way you dress, it's obvious you didn't come from a decent family!"

"Ah..." Chiarra's face quickly flushed with embarrassment, and she hugged her own belly. "I just wanted us to be close. Why do you speak of me that way? I-I'm not a prostitute... that's not true!"

"What?" She never called her a prostitute! She didn't know why she suddenly panicked.

She approached the woman to try to stop her from crying. But as soon as she touched her arm, Chiarra forcefully threw herself to the ground and collapsed loudly!

Celeste's eyes widened at what she witnessed, full of surprise and confusion. She watched as Chiarra writhed in pain on the floor. Despite the initial impact being on her behind, she clutched her belly!

"W-Why did you push me?!" Chiarra cried out, questioning Celeste with her gaze fixed on her.

"W-What do you mean? I didn't push you-"

"My baby!! It hurts!" Chiarra continued to writhe in pain on the floor!

"W-What are you doing?" With trembling hands, Celeste tried to help Chiarra up.

"CELESTE!!"

She trembled in her spot upon hearing Darson's angry voice.

He hurriedly approached them and slapped Celeste hard on the cheek!

Her head was turned to the side. Full of shock, confusion, and chaos, she couldn't believe she was looking at her husband. The pain quickly spread across her face and heart.

"D-Darson?"

"What the fuck are you trying to do with Chiarra?! Are you trying to kill our baby?!" Darson practically shouted throughout the mansion.

He didn't wait for her response. He quickly turned to Chiarra, picked her up as she continued to sob, and swiftly turned away.

"Go call Doctor Sean! Chiarra is in pain!" Before Darson and Chiarra completely left, Celeste saw the concern on his face.

Left in a daze, Celeste stood there, holding her throbbing cheek.

Her vision blurred, tears cascaded from her eyes once again, and she was overwhelmed by a surge of strength, collapsing to the floor.

"A-Aahh!" She cried incessantly, like a baby, her heart breaking over and over again. "I-I didn't push her. Don't leave me, Darson. Please!"