It’s Hard To Control My Naughty Wife!

First, Giana noticed that her feet were still barefoot, her skin looked so dull with her nails starting to get long and black.

Then Giana looked up at the shabby jeans she was wearing and looked so loose on her body.

Then at her shaking hands. Her trembling and very thin fingers made Giana frown.

The fingers sticking out of the sleeves of her jacket looked very old and wrinkled. Giana felt that she was looking at someone else's fingers instead of her own.

Then she directed her gaze toward her upper body. Her chest that used to look sexy and seductive now didn't look the same as she imagined.

Then Giana turned her gaze to her neck. She had to clench her jaw tight so she wouldn't cry and make Betty burst inside.

The skin on her neck looked slack with wrinkles everywhere.

Her youth had disappeared just like that…

Then with a breath that almost choked her throat, Giana lifted her gaze so that she could see her own figure in the mirror.

The figure she saw was not a young woman, a reliable businesswoman from one of the city's leading families, the Dawson family, or the widow of businessman Aidan Smith.

Nothing like the figure Giana actually last remembered herself as.

Because all she saw now was an old woman with wrinkles that lined the edges of her eyes and the side of her lips. The woman's gaze was blank.

It was just that, slowly, the gaze implied sadness, regret and despair.

The word 'if only', was always ringing in her ears.

If only she didn't choose the path she chose. If only she had stopped when she could. If only she had made a different decision in her life. If only she hadn't let the madness overwhelm herself.

If only she had accepted Dillon's offer and let the man take care of her. If only she hadn't aborted her own child...

"AARRRGGHHHH!"

Giana screamed loudly. She tried to stop those 'if only…' words in her head, but couldn't, because they were in her mind and had been planted deep in her heart.

Giana's screams bounced off the narrow room as she fell to her knees in front of the mirror which showed the figure of a poor old woman, who had made a mistake in living her life…

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The first rays of the morning sun were so bright and dazzling that Giana had to shade her eyes with her hands.

"Be careful on the way. You can call this number if you need help," Betty said, and then accompanied Giana to the gates and gave the middle-aged woman a last hug.

Giana nodded, although she wasn't sure if she would dial the number or not, but for now, it might be better for her if she knew there was someone who could help her when she needed it.

"Okay," Giana said in a low and hoarse voice.

And then she stepped out of the prison building, taking her first steps to freedom and a breath of fresh air for the first time in twenty-five years.

The air smelled of freedom, but still mixed with fear and anxiety.

Twenty-five years in prison made Giana forget what it was like to have freedom, but this time, she didn't think that living outside the prison building was a pleasant thing.

Giana was scared...

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The first thing Giana did was find a place to sell her jewellery. Betty had told her there was a place where she could cash out all the gold she had as well as expensive watches that were now dead.

The hands of the clock showed ten minutes and twelve seconds past eight, where the time on the dead clock stopped and Giana felt that the time she had had also stopped.

So much had changed in this city until she could no longer recognize anything.

The streets she used to walk and also the buildings that stood high up in the city. Now the streets looked much more congested with vehicles in the latest models passing by on the highway.

Giana did not recognize most of these types of cars.

After selling all the things she had, she now had money again. These new notes that had been issued by the government felt foreign in her hands and she also didn't know how long she could last with the money she had now.

Would it be a month, two months, three months? a year? Two years? Giana did not feel that the money she had would last that long.

According to Betty, with the money she would get at the pawn shop, she could last six months, or nine months if she was frugal and didn't use it for things she didn't need except for food and basic supplies.

Giana wanted to laugh when she found out the value of the money. Back then, she didn't care at all how much money she had to spend, but now, every penny of that money was worth and precious to her.

Giana then walked along the highway and stopped in front of a building that had a logo that she knew very well.

It was the logo of the Tordoff company, although the building was owned by the Dawson family, at least it used to be owned by her family.

Giana stood there frozen for a moment and then walked away when she saw a young man coming out of the building heavily escorted by ten bodyguards.

The young man walked into the black car that was waiting for him and quickly drove away.

But, what Giana didn't see, or what she refused to see was the fact that; how much he resembled the man she once loved and the man who had ruined her life.

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For the past two years Giana had been in the old age home that Betty suggested for her to go.

After two months renting a small house for herself, Giana felt haunted by loneliness whenever she saw the empty house that had nothing. She didn't have anyone to talk to either.

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THIS STORY WILL BE ON HIATUS UNTIL 5 JANUARY 2022.

Read my new book for the meantime; UNTAMED; THE ALPHA.

Happy new year everyone!

Hope next year will be better for all of us!