Valentina's POV It thunders continuously and I scramble out of bed with agitation. This is the third time I am getting out of bed because of the scary rambling of the thunder. Right now, I am done with the idea of sleeping alone in this goddamn cold room. When I was home, whenever it rains and there is thunder, I always run to my parent's room. Whenever I feel uncomfortable running over to them, I take solace in Fred. That fucking idiot. Now I hate him so much for thinking I will overlook what he did with Brenda simply because she was the one who seduced him. How could he allow her to do that to him on two different occasions and he expects me to take him back? If I hadn't gotten married to a man like Rocco, would he have called me so we could meet? Even though my heart still beats for him, I want to get rid of all the memories I had with him and I know the best way to do that is to have good times with someone else so it will be easier to erase the ones I had with Fred. It w
Rocco's POV I was slightly frightened when she spoke up. I never thought I would meet her up here in my room. It was the least I expected. My banging headache, my sorrow and the bad effect the rain has on me today aren't helping matters. I came into the room with my eyes close. I just wanted everything to go back to normal; the way it used to be when I had no problem in the world and even if I do, I always go home to talk to mom about it and it will be resolved. Most of the problems I always had always had to do with my company. Mother is always ready to help. Sometimes, when I need Dad's help, I indirectly sort out his help by going to my mom. She is my backbone. She gives me a shoulder to lean on. She is my mentor. She is a good woman with a heart of gold. Why is Valentina in my room? I ask inwardly when she waves a hand at me to jerk me out of my reverie. The headache I am feeling is a result of the accumulated stress and also the thinking I have been doing all morning. I a
Valentina's POV Rocco is good-looking but dumb. When I said we should grant his mother's wish, I didn't mean having sex but the horrified look on his face says it all. That was his own interpretation of my statement. I lived with Fred yet I never had sex with him because I wasn't ready. What then will make me have sex with Rocco whom I am not even attracted? Nothing. "I am not talking about sex, silly", I rush forward toward him. He sighs with relief and finally nods his head. "Why will you even think of that? You are not even my type", I voice out before I can control it. He does not answer and I bite my lips in regret for saying that. "Besides, it is against the contract…" "You are not my type, either", he brushes past me to go to the bathroom. I thought he wanted to take a bath but a second later, he comes out with a wet face. Well, we are even now. He is not my type and I am not his type. "Won't you ask me what I meant?" I follow him behind as he walks to the bed. He sl
Rocco's POV When she isn't out after five minutes, I let out a sigh, not out of surprise because I know she is the world wide known definition of tardiness. She is never early to anything. Not even our wedding. Who am I to even think today will be different? That woman is just one out of a hell of bat-shit insane women out there. I used to think I have this sort of effect on women but Valentina is an exemption. I never thought I would also be ever cool-headed with a woman but Valentina is that woman who is suddenly turning me into a cool-headed man. How can I keep up with my arrogance when she doesn't even give me room for that? How can I keep up with my stubbornness when she is way more stubborn than I am to the point that I get exhausted and tired of going back and forth with her with words? At this point, I think I am just going to let her have her way. I have a lot to deal with and having to put her on my list of problems right now is not something I can afford to do. My m
Valentina's POV For the very first time in years, I feel great sympathy for someone who isn't Fred or Brenda or my parents. My life has always revolved around these people; my parents, my ex-boyfriend, and my best friend. They mean so much to me and I loved them without any care in the world. I can do anything to make them happy as long as I am also happy and my heart flutters. Seeing them happy invariably makes me happy too, so I make efforts. But today, I find myself wishing things are different and Mrs. Lorenzo isn't sick. Rocco doesn't look himself. It looks like his real self is out of that body. He was just nodding meekly to everything I said with a far distant look on his face. I read people's actions as well as the words that come out of their mouths. Mother calls me a psychic. I just love doing that. Thankfully, we didn't fight today. It feels like we have been married for a hundred years and today feels like one out of the thousand days that we have no reason to bick
Rocco's POV We left the mansion without talking to Mother. She didn't spare me a glance but was all smiles with Valentina. I thought having Valentina talk to her on my behalf will make it easy for her to forgive me and that will make it easy to approach her. I am desperate to talk to her and assure her that everything will be fine. I can't do anything to help her if we can't talk. We need to talk about how she feels and I need to convince her to continue the treatment. She shouldn't give up. She taught me how not to give up. Why would she give up on the treatment when she can keep it going? What confuses me more is the fact that Father isn't saying anything about it too. When I brought it up during dinner after Valentina and Mother left us, he ignored me. Should I go and visit him tomorrow? I feel sad knowing that Anita, who has always been away from home, knows more than I do. She gave me a sign to keep shut but I can't even comprehend what she meant by that. Didn't she say F
Valentina's POV That idiot is with Brenda. He lied to me. He told me they weren't dating. He told me he had stopped talking to her yet I just saw them together in a club, holding hands. What am I supposed to think? Am I supposed to think that they bumped into each other in the club coincidentally? I guess I am at fault here. Brenda, Fred, and I go to different clubs every week to have fun, and Cart's Club is one such club. I never gave it any thought that we would meet there. We only went to Cart's Club once. We had a regular club downtown and we frequent there more, I guess that is why I never thought I was going to run into them there. I was only making an effort to cheer Rocco up and make him stop brooding over his mother's sickness. I even thought he was going to act lovey-dovey with me when I called out their names but he didn't, yet I am always making an effort to make us look real in front of everyone. He is such an asshole. We shouldn't have gone to the party in the fi
Rocco's POV For the first time in years, my conscience is judging me for how I acted to Valentina's accusation last night and how she expected something else from me. I am not supposed to feel bad for her because she is not a good person but I can't help not feeling bad for not being there just like she expected of me. She was right. I am selfish. She helped me but it never crossed my mind to help make her ex-boyfriend jealous and for him to realize what he has lost. This might be because I really feel that losing her is a great thing. After all, she is full of trouble and no man might want to be with her. I feel this is why he broke up with her. But on second thoughts, it is obvious they both loved each other despite her shortcomings but they broke things up because he cheated. Why do men cheat? This takes me back on memory lane and makes me sigh as I sit at the back of the car with a box in my hand. I am going home. I bought a gift for Valentina to apologize for