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作者: Abba_Rekpene
last update 公開日: 2026-05-06 01:52:44

~CAKE~

“Care to explain?” I demanded, trembling with all the things I was holding in.

He groaned and rolled onto his side, rubbing at his face. “It’s early,” he muttered, voice thick with sleep, like he had a choice here.

I didn’t flinch. I didn’t step back. Not when he had the audacity to lie to me, to keep my things, to read my thoughts.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood, tall and slow, like he had all the time in the world. My eyes tracked him. I hated that I noticed how t
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  • A Wife For Nico Vescari   95.

    ~CAKE~“So you just walk in, look around, and people start telling the truth?” I ask, twirling my fork slowly through the pasta like I’m more focused on that than I am on him.“I don’t ask twice,” Nico replies, cutting into a meatball like it personally offended him.“That sounds like a threat.”“It usually is.”I hum, pretending to consider that like it’s normal dinner conversation. It kind of is now, which says a lot about how my life has shifted in the last few weeks.We’re in his study, not the dining room, not anywhere that feels like a shared space. This is his. The desk behind him, the shelves, the quiet. Even the way the food is set up on the table between us feels like we’ve stepped into his world instead of him stepping into mine.I don’t mind.The pasta is actually good. The meatballs are better. I didn’t think I’d be this hungry, but apparently almost dying and spending weeks eating hospital food changes things.“So,” I say, lifting my glass and taking a small sip of wine,

  • A Wife For Nico Vescari   94.

    ~NICO~I didn’t tell anyone I’d be back today.By the time the car pulled into the driveway, the guards at the front were surprised. The engine dies, and I sit there, hands resting loosely on my thighs, letting the silence settle after hours of movement, voices, negotiations.The trip took longer than expected, not because anything went wrong, but because nothing could be rushed. Men like Valentino didn’t deal in urgency. Everything had weight, time, intention behind it. You didn’t push. You matched pace or you didn’t sit at the table at all.The meeting had gone exactly as it should have. Terms discussed. Boundaries set. No surprises.Still, I find myself going over it again as I step out of the car, my mind picking through details out of habit more than necessity. The way Valentino had watched me across the table. The men stationed around the room, not close enough to intrude, but not far enough to ignore. The kind of presence that didn’t need to be announced to be understood.Old m

  • A Wife For Nico Vescari   93

    ~CAKE~Leaving the hospital should feel bigger than this.I thought there would be some dramatic sense of freedom, like the moment I stepped outside the doors everything would suddenly feel lighter. Instead, it feels… normal. Almost anticlimactic.I’m standing just outside the entrance, one hand resting lightly on Javier’s arm while Elianna fusses over whether I’m standing straight enough, and my mum is already talking about what I should and shouldn’t eat when I get back home.I let them talk.My attention is somewhere else.Ignacio is by the car, leaning slightly against the driver’s side, and the moment his eyes land on me, his entire face shifts. Relief, real and unfiltered, spreads across it so fast it almost makes me laugh.“Look at you,” I say as we get closer, my voice still a little rough but steady enough. “You’d think I came back from the dead.”He shakes his head, pushing off the car immediately. “Don’t even joke like that, ma’am.”I grin. “You missed me that much?”He ope

  • A Wife For Nico Vescari   92

    ~CAKE~I’m getting discharged today.The thought has been sitting in my head since I woke up this morning, and I still haven’t decided how I feel about it. Part of me is relieved. I’m tired of the smell of antiseptic, tired of the machines, tired of people checking on me like I might stop breathing if they look away for too long.The other part of me isn’t as sure.Because for the past three weeks, this room has been the one place where everything slowed down. Where I didn’t have to think too far ahead. Where I didn’t have to pretend too much.And where he was.I shift slightly on the bed, careful, because my body still isn’t fully mine yet. It’s better than before. Way better. I can move now, I can sit up, I can walk with a little help, but there’s still that lingering weakness that reminds me I’m not all the way back.Not yet.My fingers curl slightly against the blanket, testing the movement. It responds this time, slow but there.Luca hasn’t shown up once. Every time I asked, Nico

  • A Wife For Nico Vescari   91.

    ~CAKE~They’re laughing.It’s loud. I can’t see clearly at first, just shapes moving, shadows circling, but I can hear them.Laughing.Booing.“Get up!”“Is that all you’ve got?”The voices overlap, and I try to move, but nothing happens. My body feels heavy, like it’s been pinned to the ground, like something is holding me down.I blink hard, trying to clear my vision.The lights above me are too bright. They burn into my eyes, making everything else blur around the edges. I can feel the canvas beneath me, but I can’t feel my arms properly.Why can’t I move?I try again, forcing my body to respond, telling my hand to lift, my leg to shift, anything.Nothing.The laughter gets louder.Someone throws something. It lands near my head with a dull thud. I don’t know what it is. I don’t want to know.“Pathetic.”The word cuts through everything else.No.I try to push myself up again, harder this time, but my muscles don’t listen. It’s like I’m stuck inside my own body, watching it fail me

  • A Wife For Nico Vescari   90.

    ~CAKE~The first thing I notice is how heavy my body feels.It takes a second for it to register properly, like my mind is waking up slower than it should. I try to move my hand, just to test it, and nothing happens.I frown, or at least I think I do.Again, I try. This time I focus harder, telling my fingers to move, to twitch, to do something.Nothing.Okay… that’s new.My chest rises slowly, and that’s when I feel something in my mouth. Something uncomfortable, forced down my throat, making every breath feel controlled instead of natural.What the hell is that?Panic flickers, small but sharp, and I try to move again, this time with more urgency. My arm, my leg, anything.Nothing.Am I… paralyzed?The thought comes too quickly, too clearly, and it sits there, heavy and wrong. I stare up at the ceiling, trying to make sense of it, trying to remember what happened, but my head feels thick, like my thoughts are moving through mud.Why do I feel like a vegetable?The question pops up o

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