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Stephanie Miller. After seeing how the three of them left to do what was necessary, we were left alone with Vicenzo in Marie’s office. He, sensing my discomfort, asks me. “What’s up, babe?” I look at him nervously for a few moments and then I tell him. “It worries me that Matt is here. Honestly, Vincenzo, I don’t want to see him.” He nods as he says. “Well, don’t see him. No one can force you to do what you don’t want to do.” I nod in silence. Then I sigh and tell him. “I have a hypothetical question.” He looks at me seriously, as he says. “I hear you.” “If I wanted to disappear, I mean, go out of the country, with no one knowing, how do I do it?” I see how he smiles at my questions, then he says. “I see you’ve made your decision, baby. It doesn’t have to be hypothetical.” I bite my lip and can’t help but look guilty. He adds. “It is easy. If you want to disappear and only some people are aware, it can be done. Now, baby, everyone in American society knows your name. To disapp
Stephanie Miller.My eyes widen when I realize that the one behind the incessant tapping is Matt. My breathing changes, my pulse speeds up. Vicenzo, noticing it, hugs me and says in my ear, “I won’t let him get close to you, babe. But you must calm down. Remember that it’s not just you now. You carry three souls with you.” I nod at his words and while I don’t look away from him, I breathe slowly.From outside we continue hearing, “Come on, Amelia. I know you hate me, but please, I need to know if she’s okay. No one tells me anything, and it is as if the earth had swallowed her.” Amelia frowns, indignant, and yells through the door, “Bloody hell! How do you not realize that no one wants to talk to you? Nobody wants to be around you, Matt! Leave Stephanie alone!”“Can you open the door, please?” I watch as Amelia sighs and whispers to me, “I won’t let him in. I’ll talk to him outside.” I took her hands, imploring her not to say anything. She notices my fear and says. “Queen, I wou
Matthew Anderson.The minute Stephanie threw the photographs in my face, I knew I had destroyed our entire life. I look closely at the images and my brain desperately wants to answer what I’m seeing: who is she? Where was this? Why don’t I remember? It took me a minute to realize my terrible mistake. Guilt and remorse wash over me. I came here to clarify the content of the photos that arrived at my house, where she appeared to be hugged by a guy, but I never believed that I would become the cause of our breakup.I see everything like in slow motion. She confronts me and since I can’t defend myself; she slaps me and walks away. My soul desperately wants to ask for her forgiveness, but my feet refuse to walk after her, as if my body knows the terrible mistake I have made. I stood at that door for a few minutes until the wedding planner came to pick her up. She remains pale looking at the empty room; the photos scattered everywhere and me looking at nothing.I see her leaving the room
Stephanie Miller.I stood silently staring at my laptop screen, unable to articulate a single thought or word. Vincenzo stands still behind me, his hands on my shoulders, and I feel his grip tighten. I breathe quickly and notice that my heart is beating fast. I clear my throat and touch his hand as I say, “Are you okay?” He seems to snap out of his shock and responds, “yes, I am, although I should be the one asking you that. Are you okay?”I sigh, still looking at the screen. I tell him, “Can you leave me alone, Vicenzo?” He tells me, “I’ll be in the living room, in case you need me, baby.” Then, he kisses my head and leaves the office. I sigh again, deciding if I should open that email or not. Inside my stomach, thousands of butterflies beat their wings at the same time, while my heart seems to have a life of its own. Three months have passed since I last saw the man, I thought was the man of my life, my traveling partner.Without further ado, I decided to open it. For a moment,
Stephanie Miller. Half an hour after cutting off communication with Lilly, she called me again to let me know that Mr. Lombardo underwent surgery. I look at the time and I'm worried that Vicenzo hasn't arrived yet. I dial his phone number, but it sounds busy. I decided to send him a voice message. “Vicenzo, I called you, but it seems you're busy. I'm letting you know that my patient decided to undergo the operation and I'm already taking a cab to the institute.""Most likely I won't get home and stay the night there. I'm calling you to not worry or wait for me. I love you." I sighed and put my phone in my pocket. I fix my things and the cab is outside waiting for me. When there were just over five minutes left to get to the institute, Vicenzo called me. "Babe? Forgive me for not answering sooner, but I was solving an important issue. I listened to your message and I'm on my way to the institute.""I will wait for your operation to finish and take you home, since I will not let yo
Stephanie Miller. When I saw that the six feet tall man, dressed in a custom-made Armani suit, gray-haired, well-preserved for his sixty-five years, with the same blue eyes as his nephew, turns around and my eyes widen, surprised at seeing him.I thought I would have a heart attack. Fear flowed through my veins and made me freeze in my space, gripped by terror. Lilly clears her throat, saying, “Excuse me, are you related to Mr. Lombardo?” Tom, Matthew’s uncle, snaps out of his state of shock and says, “Raul Lombardo is my husband.""We got married a month ago, without telling our families anything. His children are unaware of our nuptials, and we prefer to keep it that way.” He looked at Lilly with a cold and menacing gaze, making the poor thing move nervously in her place. Hearing him say that gave me the courage to face him, knowing that he was sharing his secret. I clear my throat and say, “Nice to see you, Tom. As always, you never disappoint.” I see how he laughs and says,
Stephanie Miller.When Tom asked me how long I had been friends with Vincenzo, my mind went blank. The only thing I could do was remain silent and watch as my handsome friend walked in our direction.Vincenzo, noticing that Tom was accompanying me, stopped for a moment and then caught up with us, saying, “Tom, I haven’t seen you in a long time. What brings you here?”“Hum… It’s funny that you asked me, since I could ask you the same thing. As I remember, you are very far from home, Enzo.”I frown as I say “Enzo?”Tom turns to look at me, saying, “Oh my God, dear. Don’t tell me you’ve been in this place all this time, accompanied by him, and you still don’t know his nickname.""Matt gave him that nickname, since he felt that calling him Vicenzo was very gangster style. His reasons always made us laugh.”His words cause my face to heat up, blushing at not knowing this information. Vincenzo clears his throat, saying, “In her defense, I never told her.”“And I ask myself, why not?” I tell
Stephanie Miller.After the operation, we got home, and Enzo left me in my room. Despite how tired I feel, I can’t get everything out of my mind about what happened and especially what Tom told me. My heart is pumping so fast, and my palms feel clammy with nervousness, while my feet run through every corner of the room.I bite my lip, wondering if what I want to do is the right thing, but what options do I have left? I can’t let Matt come to this country looking for me. He can’t see me. Not now.I sigh and resign myself to my decision. I look for my cell phone and, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, I slowly dial the numbers that make up his phone number. My heart beats madly and thousands of butterflies fly in my stomach, eager to hear his voice.At the fourth beep, I hear a cold, hoarse voice answer me, saying, “Hello? Who is it? How did you get this number?” I stay silent, listening to him. I sigh and say, “Hi Matt.”His voice quickly changes to one of extreme co
Stephanie Toussaint.After the conversation with the judge in her office, we went out through the hallway. I watched as Matt continued walking towards the courtroom and Enzo stopped me by taking my hand. He said, “Babe, you need to go home.”I frowned and said, “But I don’t want to leave you alone, Enzo. Not after what happened in that office. You’ll have to face that horrible lawyer. He’s a real jerk.”Enzo gave me a tender smile as he said, “Don’t worry, babe. Now, the most important thing is you and the babies. We did all this to prevent you from being here. There’s no point in you staying and you know it.”I sighed deeply because I know Enzo is right, as he always is. I reluctantly agreed. He kissed my lips and walked into the courtroom behind Matt. I saw how the two most important men in my life walked away from me.I turned my head and saw that Taylor was waiting for me. I approached him and said, “Let me guess. Matt asked you to take me home.”“Both. Mr. Anderson and Mr. Toussa
Matthew Anderson.True to his word, Enzo arrived twenty minutes after I did. I waited in my car until my security team showed up at the scene. All this so I don’t have to deal with unpleasant pushes or hits. Journalists can become actual sons of bitches when they want to, all to get the news first.Once inside, I politely greeted Enzo and Steph. Every day I feel prouder of myself since I have learned to manage my jealousy and my possessiveness. In these moments, I know Enzo cares for her and loves her just like I do, and she, although she doesn’t recognize it, I know she loves us both. God! I didn’t think I’d be able to share, but being close to Steph, I’ll take any piece she wants to give me.The three of us headed to Judge Barrett’s office, who was waiting for us. The prosecutor knocks on the door and quickly welcomes us. We were instructed that only he and Steph could talk. Marie sent her a certificate saying that she cannot subject herself to high levels of stress, since her pregn
Matthew Anderson.Two weeks have passed since the altercation with Antonella in my office. Since that day, I haven’t seen her anywhere. Not even at her precious social events that she loves to attend so much. They say that she has been confined to her mansion in the company of her family, preparing for the trial.My uncle Tom has been the first victim of this entire battle. He separated from his husband. Apparently, Raul made him choose between his family and us. My uncle, like any good Anderson, hates ultimatums and threats and, leaving no room for discussion, he took his belongings and left.I honestly hate all of this. Tom is a great man who deserves all the happiness in the world. I feel terrible that his husband made him choose. Stephanie tried to talk about it, but Tom immediately cut her off. He says he doesn’t feel like talking about it. He has stayed at my house ever since.The prosecution has called me to be a witness. They wanted to call Steph too, but I flatly refused. The
Vicenzo Toussaint.With each passing day, I feel like Steph is moving further away from me. Maybe it’s just an assumption on my part, but there’s nothing that can take away the feeling that I’m losing her. She is extremely volatile, everything I say to her makes her angry and I honestly don’t know how to get to her. I don’t know how to approach her without her trying to rip my head off.It’s like Stephanie has put up an enormous wall separating her from me. I have always characterized myself as a self-confident man, however, this woman is my downfall. Since I met her, life has become a constant movement, always changing. I must be attentive all the time because I know that at any moment someone can take her away from me.Stephanie is one in a million. There is no quality about her I don’t love, even those that drive me crazy. I wouldn’t change any part of her. I love her just the way she is. Together with the girls, they have become my entire world. I would sacrifice my life to protec
Stephanie Toussaint.After hanging out with Matt during the afternoon, I returned home. Enzo was waiting for me, angry, in the office. Not wanting to argue with him again, I decided to take a nap, therefore; I headed without delay to the comfort of my room.Today it was Matt’s turn to pick up the kids, and we agreed he would return the girls at dinner time. That gave me exactly almost two hours to sleep and try to bury the dramas of my life, if only for a moment.I lay down on the bed and almost immediately, sleep came to me. It was like I was walking through the incredible vineyards of Italy. Everything around me was green, while the evening sun sheltered my bare shoulders. The view was simply extraordinary.Majestic mountains rose before me, while in the distance, an old house housed the laughter of children playing in the surroundings. A whisper in my ear brought me out of my shocked state. “I love you, dear.”I turned my face, and Matt was there. His black hair was disheveled by t
Stephanie Toussaint.When I felt Matt’s fingers on my chin, it sent a shiver down my spine. Feeling his perfume with wood tones, and seeing his incredible blue eyes staring at me, for a moment, I lost myself. I don’t know if it’s the pregnancy hormones or if it was really me, but at that moment, I wanted him.I wanted so much for him to kiss me, to take me in his arms, sit me on his desk and make love to me like he did years ago. Oh, how I wanted to feel his cock inside my pussy again! How I needed to see him leave marks on my skin, eyewitnesses that I belong to him!But what the fuck is wrong with me? Since when have I become unfaithful? This has to stop, Steph! Nothing good will come of all this. You are a MARRIED woman! You can’t go around hurting those around you. I can’t do to Enzo what Matt did to me.And there it was. The intrinsic reminder of what happened the day before my failed marriage. An infidelity so painful that, even though years have passed, it feels just as fresh. I
Matthew Anderson.Two weeks later.After a week of intense searching, Stephanie and I found the perfect school for the three children. In honor of me being able to get close to the girls, we agreed that we’ll take turns picking them up so I can spend time with them without scaring them away.A few days ago, Stephanie mentioned to me she wanted to go back to work, but Enzo got furious with her for telling me. Honestly, I don’t know what problems they both have, but I’m secretly glad they do. It may sound selfish, but my love for her has not diminished at all in all these years. It has only increased.Every day that I can spend a few minutes with her, talk to her, or just see her smile makes my day considerably better. I find myself smiling more and being nicer to everyone. She makes me be and want to be a better person.“Matt?”I shake my head, turn my chair and there I see her. Radiant, beautiful and perfect, stopped at the door with her smile on her face and her bright green eyes, lo
Stephanie Toussaint.Christian’s question stuck in my soul. Damn kids! I forgot how cruel they can be to those who are different from them. Thank God, I have never had these types of problems with the girls, since they know how to defend themselves. Most likely, if they were here, they would take revenge on the children who made Christian suffer.I hug him tighter, protecting him against my chest. I look up and tell Enzo, “Call Matt. He has to know this.”He sighs, nods silently, takes out his cell phone and calls Matt. The director quickly approaches me, saying, “But Mrs. Toussaint, there is no need to bother Matt with this.”I frown, enraged, as I say, “Are you serious? You, being an educator, don’t you consider this to be serious? That children tell him this is not childish or something about age. This makes up school abuse. I presume you have protocols to address these types of situations. Right?”The director widens his eyes and stammers a “Yes.”“Do you mind explaining them to m
Stephanie Toussaint.After the conversation I had with Matt, about what almost happened to him, and adding the stupid pregnancy hormones to that, I felt more confused than ever. It’s as if the years had not passed and the butterflies that I feel every time he is around have been reactivated.After I got home, I went out with Enzo to have our love affair. And as always, it was great. However, the little voice in the back of my head kept telling me how much I would like to feel Matt’s lips on mine again. What? What the fuck am I thinking? Get out of there, Stephanie! It’s just the hormones making me hornier than usual.I sigh, thinking about all this, as I look out the car window. “Babe, we’re here.” Enzo’s husky and velvety voice interrupts my thoughts.I look around and realize that we are indeed already at Saint George’s School. We get off. Enzo takes my hand, and we enter the building.It has ancient architecture, with fine finishes. In the hallways, you can see some children from a