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Brandi“Tes, let’s break up.” The words fall out of my mouth and hang in the air. For a minute, neither of us moves. My heart pounds as I await his answer, but I already know nothing he says will change the inevitable. Breaking up was always inevitable. A relationship between the two of us was doomed to fail from the start. I bite my lip, holding back the tears that threaten to fall when he finally speaks.“What did you just say?” I can hear the confusion and pain in his voice.“Let’s break up,” I repeat the lines I’ve practiced saying for the last two hours. I agreed to this. I have to do it for her, but it doesn’t lessen the pain.“You’re joking. Fenice, you’re not serious.”“I am,” I say, my words barely audible.“Fenice, what is this about? I come home, you’re crying. You say there was never a child.”“There wasn’t,” I whisper, my heart shattering again. I thought I’d be pregnant soon. I was looking forward to being his wife and having a baby, but now… I sniffle as the tears I’ve b
“Fenice.” The word leaves my mouth before I can stop it. I should call her Brandi, not Fenice; we aren’t together. She cheated and broke my heart. I’ve thought about this exact moment many times—seeing her again. I wondered how it would happen, how I’d feel, and what I’d say to someone who broke my heart. But now that it’s here, all I want to do is take her in my arms and kiss her. I’m pathetic. I frown as I stare at her. My heart drums in my chest as her familiar scent envelops me, bringing a peace that has escaped me these last couple of weeks.“Excuse me, are you getting in or out?” A man comes up behind her and says.“Oh, sorry,” she says and steps aside to allow him to get on while I step off.“I should…” She looks around as if she’s confused. “I should go.” She turns to leave. No, she can’t leave. Stop her, a voice says, and without hesitation, I follow, grabbing her hand.“Wait,” I say. She stops and turns to face me, but she looks away as soon as our eyes meet.“G said you were
BrandiI watch as Carlos gets on his knees. I’m not surprised because he told me he would propose. But I didn’t know it’d be tonight, and I didn’t realize Tes would be here, sitting across from me. My heart drops as I look at him. I was worried he’d drink himself to death after what I did, but he seems fine.“That could be us someday,” Adam says. He’s been nagging me about a date, but I have no interest in dating anyone else. So us getting married would be impossible. There’s only one man I want to marry—the one person I’m not allowed to marry. I close my eyes as I remember his last kiss, his last touch. I miss him so much. I… I can’t do this. I can’t be here. I shuffle to my feet as she says yes.“Where are you going?” Adam asks.“I… I need air.” I shuffle to the door and pull it open just as the first tear falls. Should it still hurt this much? After weeks of crying, I thought I was getting over it. But after seeing him tonight, I think letting him go will be impossible.“Aren’t you
GiovanniThe early sounds of morning break the silence that’s permeated the room since she fell asleep on top of me. We made love for hours after getting back to her hotel room, and then she passed out, exhausted. I haven’t been able to sleep because I’m afraid she might disappear. So I’ve spent the last six hours watching her sleep.I smile as I remember the warmth of her kisses and touch from earlier. I’ve missed her so much that one look at her in that red dress at the bar made all thoughts of reason leave the room. Even now, I crave her. I want to be buried deep within her, but I know I need to focus on my reason for being here. After all, I came for the truth.After leaving Gia’s apartment, I spent the rest of the night asking questions I hadn’t asked when she ended things. I didn’t look into where she’d been. I didn’t ask how she met Cole after all this time, and I never questioned her saying she didn’t love me. I was too angry, too hurt, and I didn’t think about it. I didn’t wan
GiovanniAfter telling a nurse that Fenice is awake, I head down to the cafeteria to pick something up for her to eat. I know she might not feel up to it, but she has to eat—especially now that she’s carrying our child. I smile as I grab a soup, a bottle of orange juice, and an apple. We’ll need to see a gynecologist when we get back. I wonder if Phil is still practicing? He delivered Gia when she was born, but he was older then, so he’s probably not taking new patients. I enter the elevator and think of everything we need to prepare. I’m going to be a dad again in my 50s. It’ll be a challenge to keep up, but I can handle it if I stay in shape.The elevator stops and opens. I look up as two men in suits and shades peer in, then step back. “You can enter, Mayor French.” Before I can react, he steps into the elevator—Theodore French. My jaw tightens as our eyes meet.“There’s someone in this one, boys. Let’s take another one.”“Sir, the children are waiting, and we have a meeting in twen
GiaI frown as I see the missed calls from Brandi. She’s called me five times today, but unless she’s going to keep her promise, I don’t want to speak to her. I shove my phone into my purse and slip out of my car. It’s been a long day, and I want to enjoy a nice bubble bath and forget about it.I spin, suddenly feeling someone behind me, and breathe a sigh of relief when I see it’s only Dad.“Papi, you scared me.”“What did you say to Fenice?”“What?” Oh, he’s talking about Brandi. Of course, it’s about her. I roll my eyes.“I haven’t spoken to her all day, but is that your reason for showing up here?”“At the hospital, when I went to get the doctors, what did you say to her?” My heart sinks. Did she tell him? No, if she had, he wouldn’t be asking. She was probably still crying those fake tears, and he saw them.“I told her to get better soon,” I say innocently, hoping he’ll accept it and change the subject.“Are you going to lie to me about this, too?” What does he mean by that?I spi
Gia“B, it’s been a week, and you still haven’t called me back. I miss you. Papi misses you too. I still don’t get what you see in Papi, but I want to understand. And I know I’ve apologized a couple of times, but I hope you know I’m sorry. I haven’t been much of a friend to you these past couple of months—maybe ever. I plan to change and make it up to you, so you have to come back. Please, B, call me back.” I sigh and end the call as Carlos walks through the door. He’s finally made me realize this was never about me. And even though I’m not entirely happy they’re dating, I recognize their happiness is more important than my mild discomfort.“Nothing?” Carlos asks, pulling me back to the present. I shake my head and sigh.“No. My messages are still unread, and she hasn’t returned any of my calls.”“Keep trying,” he says as he hands me a stack of mail.“I know, but I’m worried. She made Amber the managing partner of her company before she left, and she hasn’t called in since. What if som
Brandi“Are you sure it’s okay for me to come over?” I whisper again.“I already told you it’s fine. Mom loves company, and Papi doesn’t care what I do, as long as you’re not a boy,” she replies with a big grin. I smile shyly and nod. It’s only been a week since we became friends, but when I’m with her, I can push everything that’s happening with Colin out of my head.“Is that your house?!” she exclaims as the gate opens. My chest sinks just looking at it. I wish I didn’t have to come here. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, preparing myself to enter that house. But today, I’m not as sad because I’ll be with Gianna for the next two days, where Colin can’t touch me. I’ll pick up some clothes and get out of here before he gets home from practice.“It’s bigger than mine—wow,” she says as the car comes to a stop.“I’ll be right back. I’ll grab some clothes and tell my aunt I’m staying with you and your family for the weekend,” I say.“Do you want me to come in?”“No!” I answer immedia
BrandiI sit in the chair waiting for the makeup artist to finish her work as my heart thunders in my chest. This is it. I’m getting married—I glance at the clock. Twenty minutes. I have been prodded, plucked, and tucked all morning, and now all I have to do is put on my dress and walk down the aisle to the man I love.“You’re still doing her makeup?” G asks as the door opens with a bang, and she comes rushing in. She has been in a frenzy since this morning.“Hey, G. You look amazing,” I say as I admire the champagne maid-of-honor dress she’s wearing. She stops and grins, then twirls to give me the full picture.“Don’t I—wait. Don’t change the subject. Why is she still doing your makeup? It’s almost time.”“I asked her to change the eyeshadow to something lighter,” I explain.“Oh, but we only have eighteen minutes.”“I’m almost done,” the makeup artist states.G paces back and forth. “How soon is almost? We only have seventeen minutes, and we need to get her dress on and do last-minute
MeanwhileBrandiI pull the covers tight and reach for a handful of popcorn as I focus on the TV. After cleaning yesterday, I have been flipping between crying and watching movies and TV shows. Except for two hours today, G convinced me to get my hair done because the wedding is tomorrow. I hope it is tomorrow, but I’m still uncertain what will happen because I haven’t spoken to Tes since I told him he has until Sunday to figure it out. I don’t know what he’s thinking, even suggesting postponing the wedding. How could he think I need more time? I’m so angry and hurt, I want to hate him. I should hate him right now for putting me through this, but I can’t. I miss him. I ache for his arms holding me. I miss his smile in the morning. I miss our family. I sniff as tears stain my cheeks.“Are you okay? Do you need anything? Ice cream?” Gia asks, pushing the tub of butter pecan toward me. I sigh, grab the spoon, and take a big bite. “Better?”I nod before taking another bite. “Your father is
GiannaI pull in through the gate and look around, stunned at the lawn covered in furniture. What is all this? I wonder as I park the car. Are they moving? Neither Dad nor B said anything before this. I slip out of the car and grab my purse before heading to the door, when I see Martha approaching.“Ms. Gia,” she says, smiling when she sees me.“Hey, Martha. Are Papi and B moving?”She shakes her head. “Mrs. Caputo woke up this morning, asked us to move the furniture outside, and started cleaning,” she explains.Mrs. Who? I furrow my brows when I realize she is talking about B. I guess she will be Mrs. Caputo in a couple of days. It feels so strange for her to marry Papi, but now I’m okay with it—happy even, since he makes her happy, and they gave me two of the cutest brothers in the world. I smile, thinking of their chubby cheeks.“Ms. Gia?” Martha calls, pulling me from my thoughts.“Oh, B asked you to move them out?” She nods.“She was in a frenzy this morning about getting the hous
BrandiTwenty minutes agoI examine the sample of birch wood on my desk. I like it, but I’m not in love with it like I am with the soft maple. I sigh. Why did the supplier have a shortage of the only wood I like? Well, it doesn’t matter. I have to choose one of these before the call. Shannon likes the ash, but ash is not durable enough, and I want people to pass these on to their kids, not throw them out.I need another opinion. Maybe I should have had Tes stop by with dinner and help me decide. I pick up my phone to call him but hesitate when I remember how tired he was today. Tes is already stretched thin with taking care of the boys, last-minute wedding prep, and getting his company ready for his absence during our honeymoon. Although he never complains, I’m sure he is exhausted. His only being able to have sex once last night is proof. That man never falls asleep before going at it at least twice.It’s a good thing this project is almost complete. Once we’re done picking the wood,
I need to find a doctor, but how do I do it on such short notice? I pull out my phone to call Jorge, my assistant.“Good morning, Boss. Are you coming into the office today?”“No. Jorge, I need a doctor.”“Oh, for what? Is Mrs. okay? My nephews?” he says, reacting as his usual dramatic self.“Fenice is fine, and so are the boys. I pulled my back last night and need to get it checked out. Can you find me a doctor? I need it today.”“I will be right on it.”“Thank you.”“You know, I had a problem once. I was in Colorado when my boyfriend at the time got a little rough. He was hitting it from the back. He can be a little rough.”“Jorge, is there a point to this story?”“Oh, right. So my back gave out. We were snowed in, so I couldn’t see a doctor. I did yoga for two days. My back felt brand new by the time we left.”“So you’re saying I should try yoga?”“Exactly. I bet it will have you feeling brand new, or you can go see those pill pushers who’ll pump you full of drugs and overcharge you
GiovanniWilliam pulls into the driveway and sighs. We chased her as far as the traffic cameras could track, but we eventually reached a dead end when she took a back road with no cameras. She’s smart, I give her that, and she is also striking to look at. I can see why William is enamored with her beauty, even though she is a thief.“What did she say to you?”“Huh?” I furrow my brows.“Brandi said she found you two together. Did she try to sleep with you?” he asks through clenched teeth. I can tell the thought of that pisses him off.“She walked in and pretended to be lost, then she fainted so I would catch her. I told her to drop the act, and Fenice walked in. I don’t know if she would have tried.” My voice trails off as I see him getting noticeably angrier.“Don’t worry. You’ll find her.”“How many men will she have fucked and used by then?” His eyes flash angrily.“What does it matter?”“They are touching something that’s mine—” His voice trails off when he realizes what he’s saying
I push the stroller towards the store, about to go meet Amber and G, who invited themselves last minute when she called this morning.“B,” I hear her call from behind. I turn slightly and see her coming fast, waving.“You brought them!” she squeals after seeing the stroller.“You wanted to see them. Here you go.” I push the stroller towards her and hand her their bag.“What’s all this?”“You asked me to bring them, so you’re going to look after them. I’m here to shop. Boys, your big sister will take care of you. Be nice,” I say, blowing each a kiss and then heading through the door of Hermès.“Wait. I don’t know—” I hear her behind me. “B, you can’t do this.” I sigh as she struggles to open the door while pushing the stroller. I roll my eyes, walk back to the door, and hold it open while she pushes it inside.“Why didn’t you bring one of the nannies?”“They are off on weekends when Tes and I are free. You wanted me to bring them, so you’re the nanny today.”“What? All I wanted to do wa
Brandi“Tes, come on.” I fold my arms as I wait for him to exit the car. We went shopping, and he agreed we would each pick an outfit we wanted the other to wear, and we got to choose the occasion it would be worn. He picked out a white dress and a matching lingerie set. The dress is to be worn to his birthday dinner next Tuesday, and the lingerie for tonight. I picked an outfit for our date in the park: dark-washed jeans, a tight-fitting t-shirt with a black leather jacket, and combat boots. He has been complaining since he stepped out of the dressing room, but a deal is a deal.“Tes, come on,” I call again, growing impatient.“I don’t think this is a good idea. I should go home and change,” he says, still sitting in the car.“We made a deal. You picked my dress, and that string you want me wearing tonight. If you want to see me wear that tonight, come out of the car.” He frowns as he steps out.I smile as I look at him. He does not know how good he looks, but I’m sure he’ll turn a fe
BrandiI take a sip of the shot, trying to pace myself because I already feel a little too good, and I know I’m on my way to being drunk for the first time in my life. I look at the shot and then watch as Gianna downs another one. Tonight reminds me of high school when she would get wasted, so I would have to take care of her. I guess some things never change. I put the glass down on the bar top.“No, no, no. What are you doing?”“I have already had five. You’re on your seventh.”“Eight. I brought you here to get drunk and party our asses off.”“One of us needs to stay sober and make sure nothing happens.”“We’re in Uncle William’s club, surrounded by security. Nothing will happen.”“You never know—”“B, he’s gone. You can relax,” she says as she picks up and hands me the shot.She doesn’t say another word; instead, she turns back to the bar and orders more shots. I look at the shot in my hand as her words play in my head. I know she is talking about Colin. It’s true that in the past,