Becca.I was glad Ronaldo would no longer be an issue, but that didn't change the fact that I didn't want to go to Italy. I didn't want to stay here, either; the Cartwrights and Stepford wives were massive issues. Leaving those issues behind and jumping into a whole set of different ones, though, was not something I wanted either. There was just too much at stake now, and things were finally looking up for us. I swallowed as James's expression shifted from that content smile to a deep frown. This wasn't going to be a fun conversation, that much I knew. However, I needed to stand my ground. Thankfully, the kids were asleep in the nursery, Layla had their monitor, and we could address this like civil adults in here."What?""You heard me," I said, my lip quivering. "We've been through so much lately, and you remember how much the mafia card almost made us lose our son, James. Things always come up; the last thing I want to do is go back into the maw of the beast."
Neal.I could already tell Becca's tone was off. Maybe this was a bad time to call, but I couldn't get her out of my head. Currently, I was sitting on my couch, staring at the wall and biting my lip.It was too late to go back now. I had to go all in on this. Maybe she did miss me. I knew I should have been working on that job so Allegra would finally be able to stop worrying about it, but I couldn't help these emotions tearing me apart. I needed to know if she missed me too. There would be some solace in that, right?"I see," Becca said, causing my heart to clench. God, I wish I could focus, right now, on that job rather than this wave of emotion that drove me to call her. The stress was overwhelming, and I couldn't get the thought of Tally's death out of my head. That, and the fact that Becca had chosen James over me.Why she would do such a thing, I would never know. James was standoffish and cold, dangerous, too, given those mafia connections. I shook m
Becca.A knock came at my door in the morning, causing me to let out a light groan. I turned in the bed, considering pretending that I was still asleep. Maybe I'd be left alone in my thoughts then. I didn't want to face this gigantic issue right now. After that talk with Neal at midnight, my stomach had twisted into several knots. My feelings on the matter were too complicated to focus on right now, not when I didn't know where we were going to end up. James insisted on Italy, but I was firm in my disagreement. Neal had sounded so dejected and depressed. I felt a pang of sadness but chose James for a reason. So I thought. Right now, after all of this, and his insistence on going back to Italy, I wasn't sure. That said, he loved the kids dearly. He had been so happy upon the finality of that trial. We could be a family now, but his past would follow him like a baby duck to its mother. Italy was too dangerous, and I really didn't know why he kept ins
Allegra.Today was the day. Kimberly may have netted me the opportunity with the modeling company, but I needed to put on my best face and ace this interview. I stood in the mirror looking at myself, a spark of determination in my blue eyes. My hair was somewhat disheveled, but I would tame it. Everything needed to be perfect for today, because I wouldn't get many chances like this. In fact, it was doubtful Kimberly could find another place at all, given my situation with the US.Layla had been on my mind lately, right along with all of my worries that she wasn't interested anymore. I frowned at myself, wishing I could stop obsessing over all of the worries swirling in my mind. Grabbing a brush, I ran it through my hair for a while, then grabbed some of my make-up and started to apply it. My stomach was twisted into several knots over the Layla situation, but I needed to focus on this interview. Maybe once I actually got the job, she would be more excited.
Allegra.Was this it? Was Layla going to confess that she didn't love me anymore? I felt tears well up and begin pouring down my cheeks. My formerly joyous mood evaporated in an instant, fading into nothing. My heart clenched, and I sniffled, though I tried to sound all choked up in what I said next. "I'm listening," I whispered. A few strands of hair fell into my face that I didn't bother to move away. I clenched my fist, waiting for her to say something. Anything.The pause she gave felt like hours. Finally, she broke the silence and said, "Allegra… I… I've been lying." There it was. She was going to say she didn't actually love me. I gave a choked sob, something she probably heard. At this point, I didn't care. My life would carry on, but my heart would be gray. This was terrible. Layla said, "No, no, Allegra, I… I still love you. Deeply. But I gave them information, okay. I misunderstood. They lied to me."Now, I was confused. I furrowed my brow, reaching up
James.Dealing with Allegra getting into my business right now wasn't ideal, and I almost didn't bother to answer the phone. However, with Becca up in arms about going back to Italy, I assumed this would be something I needed to handle, whatever it was. Allegra said, "Look. Becca wouldn't listen to me, but you should know. Layla isn't who she says she is. She worked with the people who captured me and thought Becca owed them money. She said she was lied to, but either way, she may be a danger to your kids."I snorted, wondering if they got into some sort of argument, and now she was trying to drag it to me. "You really expect me to believe that?" I snapped, then let out an annoyed sigh. "I'll look into it," I said finally, wanting to get her off of my back. "Good," she said. With that, she bid me a short farewell, her tone none too kind, and mine hadn't been either. She wasn't exactly the person I was ecstatic to talk to by any means. I reached up and placed a hand o
Layla.My stomach was in tatters, and my heart was ripped to shreds. I didn't know how to handle any of this. My world was crashing down, but I deserved it. I should have known I was being lied to, but I had been too gullible. They'd said Becca was a terrible person, someone who would end up extorting the children just like Chad Cartwright. A thief, a liar, they needed information so they could get the money back and suggested I look over the kids to make sure they would be safe. Everything they said had been lies. My instincts told me as much, but they were super convincing, so I had ignored my gut feeling. Right now, I ran down the sidewalk, the oranges, and reds of sunset doing little to comfort me, as beautiful as they were. Tears streamed down my face as I ran, ignoring some odd looks I got from passersby. I needed to find a comfortable place to sit and think. How could I convince Becca I was sorry?The sounds of my whimpering and footsteps lan
Becca.Everything was spiraling out of control. I thought the trial would be the end of many worries, but I was wrong. Apparently, it just signified the beginning. Tears began streaming down my face as I stared Layla down. She had buried her face into her hands and was sobbing, but I couldn't look at her anymore. I couldn't deal with being here at the cafe at all. I stood up from my chair and whirled, shoving it into the table and storming out of the place.Layla had been someone I could rely on. She listened to me when I complained about how stubborn James was being, or my woes during the trial regarding the Cartwrights. I thought she cared dearly about the children, but clearly, I'd thought wrong. Tears poured down my cheeks as I hurried down the street, now shifting to a run. Dusk was causing the sky to darken, and I foolishly didn't take a car here. The streets were lit up, so I wasn't too concerned about getting jumped, but still, I walked briskly.