Valentina's POV
Tangled in the comforter of Rocco's bed as my eyes open, a throbbing pain hits my head, reminding me of my hangover and what happened last night. Before I can think too deeply about it, I see a glass of water and two medicine on the side drawer that will help with the hangover. I quickly take it to gulp it down while sitting upright. I feel sore and I remember it all. I remember how he made passionate love to me last night and how his warm body felt against mine. I remember how he worshiped every part of my body and made me conscious of them. I remember how he kept on muttering my name and how beautiful I am. I remember how he was patient enough for me to reach the climax alongside him. I feel like I know a lot about sex because I read about it, we talk about it with Brenda but this feels different. Despite the bright smile that spread to my faValentina's POVI flutter my eyes open and shut them back almost immediately. My head throbs and my eyes are weak.I try to lift my legs and I do so without any hassle. I try to lift my hands too and I did too.When I drop them back on the bed, I become weaker.Where the hell am I?I open my eyes again to see nothing but white ceilings with huge hanging white fans.Why is everything full of white? Where am I? Who am I?I take a couple of deep breaths, then I feel a comforting touch on my hand. Before I can turn to stare at who the person is, a shout of triumph fills the air."Valentina!" I hear them shout till I can see their faces. I recognize two of them but one of the faces seems unfamiliar."My baby, please say something!" my mother gushes at me. Even if I do not recognize her, her actions alone are enough to give it away that this is my mother.What happened to me?She takes the hand
Valentina's POVNo one believes me, not even my husband or my Father. If Mother didn't know about this, I would have assumed she doesn't believe me either because she keeps avoiding the topic.This is insane.This whole thing.Not me. I am fine. Absolutely fine. There is nothing wrong with me except for the bandage around my head."You have to believe me, Father", I point out in impatience. "I know what I am saying."He continues to remain silent, without looking shaken or shocked, making me wonder if he knows about this too.Where the hell did Mother hear it from? She was the one who told me and I was so sure Rocco wasn't aware. I was having my doubts about it as well until that incident.His Mother isn't even calling me and not picking up my calls. Everybody is looking at me like a crazy woman and I am desperate to see her now more than ever
Valentina's POVShe is either pretending or completely unaware of what happened in her presence that day.I won't take this as a yes to the doubt about my mental health. Don't crazy people know they are crazy?I am fine. Absolutely doing fine. There is nothing wrong with me or my brain. My brain is in perfect condition.Just like her usual self, she smiles at me sweetly as we are having dinner, passes me the salt, stretches the jug of fruit juice at me, and even pats my hand simply because she feels sorry for the bandage that is still over my head.I forget most times that I still have this damn thing on my head. The way it makes me so uncomfortable sometimes is what makes me remember while other times, it is when people flash me pitiful looks just like Rocco's mother is doing right now.I am picking at my food because I can't help the confusion I am feeling right now. I know I am right but I still don't know what else to think about a
Valentina's POVAbout my contract with Rocco, I am hundred percent sure my mother is responsible for telling Father. She can barely hide things from him even when he hides almost everything about himself away from her.If Mother knows the secret between him and Mr. Lorenzo then I won't bother myself so much just for him to tell me what it is.I won't be here again, determined to do whatever it takes for him to tell him the truth. This is the only way Rocco can believe me and this is the only way we can save his Mother.When I told him Anita was involved, he went ballistic with anger. I thought he was going to ask me why I said that or what I saw so I could explain but he became furious, he wouldn't even speak to me as we rode home in silence.Slowly, I am beginning to get tired of everything. I can't take any action so I won't jeopardize my life, my parent's life, and even Rocco's. He isn't seeing the efforts I am making in all of this.
Valentina's POVHis annoying optimism for the topic is irking. Not just the way he shows his disbelief in me but the fact that he keeps hoping and thinking it is nothing but a framed up story.I might be a bad person and a rebel but I would definitely not come up with a story like that just for me to achieve something.Rocco is an idiot.I meant what I said when I told him I was leaving but my heart irks so badly that I almost changed my mind and go back inside to tell him it was just a joke.But it is impossible. He would never take me seriously if I did that.I don't want to leave because I know how worried about him I would be. But I have no choice.With his lack of trust in me, I really do not know what else to do anymore. I don't know if I should just give up on this issue and begin to pretend like it never happened as he suggested.As the cab stops right in front of my parent's house, I catch a glimpse of a hu
Valentina's POVThe sadness lurking around his expression when he left the room to see the doctor is no longer there. It has been replaced with something unreadable but much more intense than the sorrows I could feel within him.Just from the fact that his Mother couldn't remember how she got here, I am beginning to put the puzzles together.At first, I thought it was all a pretense but now I see the reason why she never remembered my visit to the house and why she did not claim to have called me over.I see the reason why she never act as if I was there as a witness that morning.Something is definitely wrong somewhere. Something is fishy.I had slipped out of the room without her knowledge when the nurse signaled me to leave. I wanted to wait outside so I could ask Rocco all the questions I have.Suddenly, he looks straight into my eyes and I see it.This time, it isn't sorrow or sadness.What I can s
Valentina's POVHe was blinded.At first, blinded by denial. Now he is blinded by rage.My sobs wake him up. I feel his hand moving and I quickly raise my head to see his eyes open. He isn't looking at me. He is staring at the ceiling while he is still laying on the hospital bed with an expression I can't place.He is still as pale as ever.I thought I was going to lose him. The thought alone made me mad and full of sorrow.I was also blaming myself. If I hadn't put everything to him that way, maybe this wouldn't have happened.If I hadn't said all those things which were painting his whole family as black, maybe he wouldn't be filled with so much rage and hatred for the man he has called Father for more than two decades.I should have tread slowly and carefully with him. I should have stopped him from running out that night.What happened two nights ago broke my heart and also made me realize how attached I am to
Valentina's POVI can't breathe.There is a huge lump stuck in my throat, stopping me from breathing properly. I try to open my mouth and take in as much breath as I can and it works.Finally, I exhale, my nose stiff and cold.My breathing isn't steady. It is beating wildly and heavily within my rib cage in rage. My head is pounding so hard and my eyes brim with tears.I am not thinking about Rocco now. I am thinking about Fred. I am thinking about how Fred and I got separated and how I ended up being a wife to Rocco who is now obviously cheating on me with his first love.Fred and I got separated because he cheated on me with my best friend and the same thing is happening again but this time with a man I vowed to love months ago even though I didn't mean to keep to the vow.I shouldn't have fallen head over heels for him but how can I not when he always acts so sweet and tells me how much he loves me?This isn't part of