The Mafia Boss Runaway Wife

Allen could no longer count how many times she woke up crying and trembling from just a simple dream.

A dream of laughter, soft kisses, loving touches, and promises of staying together forever If it's just anyone else, those dreams would probably be the perfect way to start a day. However, Allen wasn't just anyone else, and those dreams weren't just fake scenarios the mind sometimes made up; they were memories of a time Allen thought would never end.

Maybe the fact that she was completely wrong was what made those dreams horrible for her. Maybe it's the fact that those dreams are memories of a time long gone and how they kept on reminding Allen about it nearly every day—maybe that's why she always feels so broken every time it happens.

On particularly bad days, there would be intrusive thoughts trying to convince him to just run away. Some of those thoughts would sympathize with her sadness; the rest would pity her for all the things that had happened. Either way, Allen couldn't help but sometimes let those negativities swallow her whole.

"I always got left behind by the people I love, Allen. Sorry, I can't let you go; you are mine. Don't make things difficult for yourself."

"Maybe if you try to understand him a little, but he would never kill your family."

"Allen, stay inside; don't go anywhere; Sebestian needs us."

"Mum?"

Ah. The only reason Allen has never completely succumbed to those harmful thoughts

As she blinks the tears away, Allen sees a young boy by the door to her bedroom. Her baby, six years old now, with jet black hair, rosy cheeks, and round eyes, loves and cares for him more than the world.

"Alexander, come here, baby."

Her pup is Alexander James, not Will.

Alexander is Allen's world. Her whole universe, even The child she didn't even know she carried when she ran away from her husband She lived a destructive life after the separation; she ran away from their half-empty house because half of her soul had left. She didn't even pack anything when she left—just the key to her worn-down bike—and drove way past speed limits away from the streets of the city. She lived on the streets scared that he would find her, and she would've most likely driven herself to insanity and was literally starving herself to death—and she would probably be too if it weren't for a kind guy who found her pitiful unconscious self next to a dumpster.

The guy took her to the nearest hospital, took care of her in a way Allen wasn't even capable of, and was very patient with her despite Allen's clear intention of ending her life. She literally fought Alvin tooth and nail in the busy halls of the hospital, crying out about how there was really no point to living anymore.

Allen would've probably succeeded in jumping off the hospital's roof had Alvin not shouted out in time to tell Allen that she was pregnant.