All Chapters of The Wife (Rossi, Book 2): Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

What the fuck happened? When I was out into the witness protection program, the only reason Cordessa wasn’t put in it with me was because she wasn’t even at the home with us. My parents had sent her to a family friend in San Diego, California, when I had gone missing. They wanted to be able to focus their entire attention on me. She was only a year younger than me. When the car accident happened, and I was found, my parents had been so elated, so happy, that I was alive. A part of me had broken, but they had gotten me back. They had been planning on bringing Cordessa back home after everything settled down. They never got the chance. 

Even after my mom told me that her father and his family were Greek, I never looked into it. I've always felt like if he wanted to have a relationship with either her or me, he could reach out to us himself. Of course, now he has no way of ever having a relationship with my mom.No one will ever be able to talk to her again.At least when I die, I'll be able to know that she died knowing that I loved her.“How can I help you?” the nurse at the front desk asks, staring up at me and the twins, who stand so close to me that I can feel their body heat.“Im looking for Cordessa Ayala.” I say, biting my bottom lip.She scrolls through a tablet in front of her.“And your relationship to the patient?” she asks, looking up at me.“I'm her sister.”She asks for my ID, and makes a visitor badge for me before staring at the twins. I immediately put the sticker on my shirt.“And you guys?” she asks, raising her eyebrow.“We are married to Caroline.” Nicholas says, crossing his own arms.“Unfortun

My mom grabs my hands and silently pulls me to the cabinets, the phone still pressed against her ear, her eyes wide. She slides open one of the cabinets and directs me into it. I climb in carefully, wincing as I feel the wood against my skin. I settle into the very back of the cabinet, my legs pressed against my chest, and try my hardest not to burst out crying. What’s going to happen right now? Why in the world are they here right now? “I’m going to put these pans and pots in front of you so that no one can see you. Okay?” My mom whispers. I can hear banging on the door, and my father yelling. “Mommy? What’s going to happen?” I ask, feeling a few tears begin to spill down my cheeks. “Nothing. The police are on their way, and will be here in less than five minutes. But I can’t let anything happen to you, my sweet girl. So stay in here, and don’t make any noise. And no matter what you hear, or see, do not get out of here until the police arrive.”I nod, taking a few deep breaths

“While you were busy looking for me, I was busy trying to forget about you.”Cordessas face falls, clearly not liking my words. Again, she tries to hide her face from me, so I turn it back to face me.“If i had looked for you, if i had kept an eye on you, then i wouldn't have been able to leave you alone. I would have reached out, and you deserved better than someone who could never be in your life again. You deserved better than what I could have given you then.”“And now?” she asks, her voice that of a child, full of both fear and hope.Stroking her hair from her face, I stare down at her with a smile. “Now, I'm going to take you home with me. If that's what you want.” She smiles widely, her smile so beautiful it throws me off. While I've always taken after my mom, she's always been more similar to my dad. Her smile is no different. It had always been our dads smile. “Yeah, I think I would like that. I hate being here.”I look around the room, realizing that the rest of the room i

I glance at carolines sister, Cordessa, holding my breath as I contemplate what her answer could be.What if she says we don't deserve her? What if she says that she doesnt think we should be with caroline? Will our sweet wife choose her sister over us and leave?Cordessa glances between Tony and I before turning to Caroline and tilting her head towards us. “¿te tratan bien?” she asks in spanish, making me want to growl in frustration.Tony and I really need to learn spanish. Caroline laughs before leaning forward to stroke both mine and Tony's cheeks, a smile on her face as she looks us both over. ‘Yeah, they treat me well. They make me happy, like really happy. We have our moments, of course, just like any other couple. But the love we sh