Wifey

Vanessa tried to compose herself, wiping her tears away before turning to face the person who had called her name.

It was the house keeper. She could still remember his face.

"Yes, it's me." She said, her voice barely above a whisper.

The middle aged man's eyes widened in surprise.

"Are you here to see old Mr. Gonzalez?" He asked.

"Yes. I am." Vanessa gave a slight nod.

"This way." The house keeper led her back to his room. He knocked on the door and ushered Vanessa in.

"Vanessa, my dear. Is that you?" Old Mr. Gonzalez asked as Vanessa made her way into the room fully.

"Yes. It's me."

The old man's eyes widened in surprise, and he struggled to sit up straighter in his bed. "Vanessa, my dear... I didn't know you were here."

Riccardo appeared behind him, a look of shock and guilt on his face. He was speechless. He never expected her presence here.

Vanessa forced a smile, trying to hide her hurt. "I just wanted to visit," she said, her voice cracking. "I didn't mean to intrude.