Chapter 90. Wife Material

MAXIMILIANO

I left Mamma's office and made my way to the parking lot after enduring ten minutes of small talk with some coworkers.

The chilly weather seemed less hostile at this hour, as if it had sensed the shift in my mood. Alessio drove off after I told him I gotta check up on my wife.

Wife.

I winced. Not because Adreana didn't fit the role I asked her to play. I wouldn't have wifed her up that fast if I thought she wasn't emotionally mature enough, or couldn't handle the most basic household duties.

The problem was me. Of course I was the issue. Even months after that rushed courthouse wedding, my brain still couldn't fully deal with the fact that I was someone's husband now. I couldn't even handle my own shit. Let alone another human being.

It was sheer luck I found someone as caring and understanding as her. "She doin' okay?"

"Adreana? Yeah." Alei stepped on the gas. "Better than last month."

"You sure Joachim's still in the hosp