Several minutes after watching Valentina leave, I sit on the couch, too stunned to move or even think. No matter how hard I try, I find it difficult to wrap my head around what I have just learnt. This isn’t the Valentina I knew, she seem to have morphed into some kind of monster I have never seen nor heard of. She toyed with my feelings and tactfully enacted a sick kind of revenge on me, my father is currently sitting in a prison cell while my mother is in a depressed state although, I suspect that mother without her usual fancy things plays a large role in her depression rather than despair for her husband who’s locked behind bars.The notion that the woman I love so dearly is capable of all the atrocities she confessed to is absolutely surreal and unimaginable to me.I feel the walls of the house closing in on me, threatening to suffocate me more than my present troubles, I need to get some air. I stand up from my position on the couch and head to the garage, with a click I ignit
Chiara adjusts her belt, breaking the silence. "He still hasn't reached out?""No, and honestly, I don't blame him. What I did was truly unforgivable." I say as I exhale.Chiara offers a reassuring smile. "Well, you didn't want to go through with it eventually, so it doesn't make you evil. Give me that phone. This vacation is all about self-care and mental detox."Relieved, I hand her the phone. "Thanks for putting together this trip to Santorini and for booking the villa. I still insist I refund though."She chuckles. " And my response still stands. This doesn't even come close to the things you've done for me. I should be thanking you for inviting me along and giving me the chance to experience flying private. I promise you, this trip is going be worth it. Who knows, you might find your prince char—" She pauses, catching my glare. "I mean, your peace and closure."I manage a weak smile, my worst fears have just been confirmed, she definitely has something up her sleeve. 'This trip h
To solidify our resolve to have as much fun as possible today, Chiara and I walk around the beach checking out the various ongoing fun activities and trying to decide on the one that looks like the most fun. The makeshift volleyball court stood out among the others, the noises coming from there sounds like a bunch of people having premium fun.I turn to Chiara. “The volleyball court looks promising and we’ve not played together since we were kids.”“I’m a little rusty but let’s check it out, I can see some fine men over there anyways.” She replies with mischief in her eyes. We promptly make our way towards the little crowd gathering around the volleyball team, it looks like the game was just about to begin. As soon as we get closer, all eyes turned on us, I look away uncomfortable but not before noting that there are two teams, the male team and the female team."We're short of two volleyball players and you guys have great fit for volleyball, care to join us?" A lady with the ball b
The sun dips low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the cobbled streets as I sit alone in my room, nursing yet another glass of whiskey. It has been a week since my exchange with Valentina, I’ve not stepped foot outside this house ever since, the house is fully stocked with supplies leaving me absolutely no reason to step foot outside. Giovanni and Flora’s honeymoon is at the right time leaving me to no other company other than myself, time away from everything has afforded me space to reflect well and think of ways to bounce back with the little money I have saved under another name. The thought of Giovanni and Flora, dancing beneath the stars on some far-off tropical island, brings back memories of my marriage. My honeymoon with Valentina was nothing to write home about, I had been occupied with work so much I barely had enough time to spend with her as newlyweds.The familiar chime of the doorbell disrupts the intrusion of Valentina and my marriage experience on my thoug
I check out my reflection in the mirror and affirm that cleaning up actually makes me look and greatly improved my mood. I’d spent too much time wallowing in my hurt, it is time for me to get a grip and move on, it could have gone worse.I pick my phone and send a text to Beverly.Hi Beverly, I’m so sorry about ignoring your calls and texts, I took time away from everything and somehow my phone got away from me. Maybe we could talk about it sometime soon.Barely seconds after the text delivered, my phone rings, breaking the silence of my room.Caller ID shows Beverly. She must have been expecting my text.“Hey”“Hey yourself, how are you doing?”“I’m fine Beverly.”“I was worried.”“I know, I’m sorry for getting you upset, I’ll make it up to you. I’m headed to Giovanni’s now, can I call you later?”“Sure, I’ll expect your call and if you don’t I’ll call you myself.”I smile wryly.“I’ll call you first, parliamo più tardi!” With a click I end the call smiling, Beverly has
The sun hangs low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the picturesque ocean while I lounge on a plush beach chair, a cool sea breeze whispering through my hair. The vacation villa Chiara lodged us in offers stunning views of the azure waters below, and I enjoy the rare opportunity to unwind and escape the relentless demands of the real life world.I close my eyes, allowing the memories to wash over me like the waves crashing upon the shore below. I can still remember the way things were with Marco before marriage, how he showered me with affection and attention at every turn.I recall the countless romantic gestures he made—the surprise bouquets of flowers that would magically appear on my doorstep, the impromptu picnics in the park where we would while away the hours lost in each other’s company.One particular memory stands out in my mind—the time Marco had surprised me with a spontaneous trip to the Amalfi Coast, whisking me away on a whirlwind adventure that I would never forge
As much as I appreciate the growth I've experienced, I'm tired of hiding at the slightest challenge. I refuse to wallow in sorrow every single time."Are you sure you want to do this?" Giovanni inquires."Yes, I do. He's still my father, after all. He gave me the opportunity to experience the good things in life. For what it's worth, I could have been living on the streets.""And you're sure you don't want me to accompany you?""Yes.""Just call me if you need anything.""I'll be fine."So many thoughts swirl in my mind as I drive to visit my father. There are countless questions I want answered. Has his time behind bars changed him? Would he want to hear from me after all this time? And most importantly, do I reveal that Valentina is behind all of this?As I approach the entrance of the prison, my gaze is immediately drawn to the towering walls that enclose the facility. The walls, fortified with electric fencing, seem to stretch endlessly, blocking out any glimpse of the outside wor
“Where are you going all dressed up?”Chiara voice comes from the doorway of the room, I turn around from my poise in front of the mirror where I stood checking out my look some moments before.“Nickolas is taking me out for lunch. I thought I mentioned.”“I must have been absentminded when you did. Looks like you both are getting along so well, you might be catching the vacation spirit after all.”She smiles as she says this leaving the doorway to come closer to where I’m standing.“It’s just lunch Chiara, it’s not as if we are going on a date or something.”She arches her eyebrows at my words.“Where is this ‘lunch’ happening?”“He mentioned a restaurant overlooking the Aegean Sea but I really didn’t catch all the details.”She shoots a look of disbelief at me.“Who are you and what have you done to Valentina?”“What do you mean?”“Look at you getting ready to go to lunch at a place you don’t know and with a man you recently met, I thought I was the reckless one.”I laugh out loud
6 years later………I roll up my hair, tying it into a bun as I prepare what the children will eat on their way to Mother’s place after Gabriella’s ballerina performance. Since the twins came along, our lives have been overwhelmed with intense joy.“Drop that floss, Gabriella!” I yell, running after her.“Daddy said I can have them,” she squeals, running outside with it.“I’ll go get her, Mama,” Gabriel says, running after her.“Thanks, baby.”Just then, Marco strolls into the kitchen.“Why are you giving me that look?”“We agreed on no sugar today, but you went behind my back and gave Gabriella permission to have cotton candy.”“What cotton candy?” he asks, trying to feign ignorance.“Marco, don’t play dumb.”“Okay, babe I’m sorry. When she asked, I intended to say no, but those big eyes got to me. It won't happen again,” he says, wrapping his arms around my waist.I gently push his hands away and reach for the children's food pack.“Baby, I said I'm sorry.”“Marco, this has to stop. Yo
As we gradually shift from autumn to winter, the smell of fallen leaves fills the air. The crisp, cool November breeze gently brushes against my bare skin as I stand outside our home, taking one final look at it before we move to our new place. I gather my last bag, smiling as many special memories here with Marco begin to play in my head.“I'm going to miss this house. We have so many good memories here.”“Me too,” Marco says staring at the house.“I know Becca is going to care for this place just like we did.”“I know she would.”“Look how far she has come. Buying her own cars and house.”“Business has been good and also, she suggested it was time to show my face.”“I agree with her. I know this isn't goodbye goodbye because we will obviously come and visit but it feels like it.”“Don’t worry, you will fall in love with this new place.”Marco drives us to our new place in Florence with our things already in place. With this new place, He went over the top. In this new home, it is l
Since Nonna learned about my bleeding, she has stopped me from going to work and instructed Mr. Thomas to step in until I give birth, which he agreed to without hesitation.Everyone went wild about the news, especially Mother and Nonna, and we all can't wait to find out their gender next month. Now that I'm showing, the general public now knows.With Mother’s wedding coming up, everyone aside from me has been super busy preparing for the big day, which is tomorrow.The only duty I’ve been given is to pick up Chiara’s dress because she wasn't around to take her measurements when we did. Once I pick it up, I drive down to the resort Nonna booked for the wedding.Nonna insisted she sponsor the wedding, and knowing Nonna, no one could argue with her. If you didn't know about our family history, you would mistake Alberto and Mother for her children.“That took you forever, sexy preggy,” Chiara says, opening the door.“Is this the thank you I get from crossing the Mediterranean Sea to get t
I pace up and down Giovanni’s corridor, seething with anger at what I witnessed hours ago. I had planned to surprise Valentina by picking her up from Nonna’s place for dinner, but I got surprised instead. I was so confused about whether to reveal myself or not. In the end, I turned around and headed for Giovanni’s place.Just a few nights ago, I was appreciating how well our marriage has been going and how open we are with each other, but what I saw today casts doubt on that belief.“So you saw her with James and?”“I didn’t like the way he was all over her. To make matters worse, she told me she was going to greet Nonna and Mother but didn't mention James would be there too.”“Okay? What if she didn’t tell you because she knew you would react like this?”“You are supposed to be on my side.”“Marco, tell me what you want me to say or do. Beat him up? Besides, you knew about his connections with the Matteos before you went in. Why do you have a problem with him all of a sudden? If you
Maintaining my pregnancy a secret till I start to show ended the moment I walked into Nonna’s place. Mother and Nonna simultaneously chorused it the second I stepped foot inside the house. Ever since Marco, Nonna, and mother found out about my pregnancy, I've been treated like an egg. With Marco, it's even worse. This man won't let me do anything at home. Mother and Nonna have made it their sole mission to stock up my house with food. Now all I do is go to work, peruse documents with my legs crossed and eat junk.It's a miracle that my clothes still fit. Preparing for the Pure Beauty Award global ceremony tonight, I put final finishing touches to my look before I slip on my heels. I wish father was here to see to witness this moment. His beauty and skin products were nominated for the Pure Beauty Award ceremony. “How do I look?” Marco asks stepping out of his closet.“Handsome as always.”“You look ravishing my love and I know you will bring home all the awards. You've shown nothin
I'm amazed at how much progress my parents and I have made. Visiting them frequently and vice versa without anyone bickering. Valentina and mother's laughter erupts from the kitchen filling the entire place as they organize lunch. “Marco, how has business been going?” Father asks, stretching a plate towards me.“It's been good, and how are you adjusting to your new line of business?”“Adjusting fine. Never knew I could do so well in supervising building projects. I'm taking that class you recommended.”“That's beautiful.”“Enough of business talks,” Mother announces, walking in with Valentina as they set the rest of the food on the table.“This smells so heavenly,” Father compliments, and I nod in agreement.“I can't take all the credit, your wife also assisted.”“Thank you both.”As we dish our food, I notice Valentina dishing a smaller portion of what she would normally eat, an occurrence that's been consistent for the past two weeks now. Also, lately, she has been easily irritated
“See that glow, you weren't this good-looking before you stepped on that plane last week. Despite the workload you came to handle after you got back, you are still looking flawless. Hmm, must be the marriage glow and the other reason why women glow,” Chiara gushes, offering me a plate of cake.“Your place just keeps getting better. I love what you did to the wall.”“Thanks, it is sad no man is surprising me with an aquarium in my home simply because I can’t get over moments from my trip.”I flush, remembering how I came home from Bora Bora to a gigantic aquarium nestled in a corner of our living room. A gift from Marco because I couldn't stop talking about our glass-bottom boat tour.“Stop being dramatic.”“I want my man too. Is there something I'm not doing right?”“Soon, you'll find your perfect match.”“I know, I just need to know how soon. I may have noticed you’re overly bubbly these days? Are you pregnant?”“What? No. Chiara, you are way too observant for my liking. You used to
These past few days in Bora Bora have been some of the best moments in my life so far. I can’t get over the beauty of the underwater world. The beautiful, colorful fishes and the coral reefs were breathtaking. I took so many pictures to last a lifetime.The thrill, fear, romance—everything—we experienced it on this trip, and I hate that we have to leave tomorrow. I don’t want it to end. My highlight has to be seeing Marco scream like a child when we went skydiving. Who ever knew that a day would come when I would see Marco Lorenzo scared of something?The lingerie Chiara and I shopped for has been nothing short of a game-changer. Chiara was right when she said they had the power to make a man lose his senses.Can the world just pause for another week so Marco and I can continue having so much fun without coming back to a truckload of work on our desks? I shudder at the thought of the workload piled on my desk right now.Cristos! Yesterday was Mother's date with Alberto, and I forgot t
Surrounded by lush greenery and the stunning beauty of the coastal waters, I feel completely refreshed and renewed. The peace here is unmatched, providing a perfect escape from the usual hustle and bustle of Tuscany. I’m still yet to get over the Mahi Mahi and rice from yesterday—so divine.After our long flight yesterday, we chose to relax and unwind for the rest of the day. I place a gentle kiss on Valentina, who is still sleeping soundly.I connect to the resort’s Wi-Fi and just as I'm about to start preparing for the day, Giovanni’s call comes in.“I’ve been away for how many days and you suddenly can’t breathe?”“Good day to you too, and last I checked, you are not Flora. Unlike you, I’m a good brother always wanting to check up on you and you, on the other hand, forget your brother once you are lost in love. How’s the honeymoon going?”“Wonderful, it’s such a beautiful place to be.”“I’ve been told. How’s your wife?”“Sleeping soundly. Yesterday’s flight was a bit overwhelming.