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Stephanie Miller. After seeing how the three of them left to do what was necessary, we were left alone with Vicenzo in Marie’s office. He, sensing my discomfort, asks me. “What’s up, babe?” I look at him nervously for a few moments and then I tell him. “It worries me that Matt is here. Honestly, Vincenzo, I don’t want to see him.” He nods as he says. “Well, don’t see him. No one can force you to do what you don’t want to do.” I nod in silence. Then I sigh and tell him. “I have a hypothetical question.” He looks at me seriously, as he says. “I hear you.” “If I wanted to disappear, I mean, go out of the country, with no one knowing, how do I do it?” I see how he smiles at my questions, then he says. “I see you’ve made your decision, baby. It doesn’t have to be hypothetical.” I bite my lip and can’t help but look guilty. He adds. “It is easy. If you want to disappear and only some people are aware, it can be done. Now, baby, everyone in American society knows your name. To disapp
Stephanie Miller.My eyes widen when I realize that the one behind the incessant tapping is Matt. My breathing changes, my pulse speeds up. Vicenzo, noticing it, hugs me and says in my ear, “I won’t let him get close to you, babe. But you must calm down. Remember that it’s not just you now. You carry three souls with you.” I nod at his words and while I don’t look away from him, I breathe slowly.From outside we continue hearing, “Come on, Amelia. I know you hate me, but please, I need to know if she’s okay. No one tells me anything, and it is as if the earth had swallowed her.” Amelia frowns, indignant, and yells through the door, “Bloody hell! How do you not realize that no one wants to talk to you? Nobody wants to be around you, Matt! Leave Stephanie alone!”“Can you open the door, please?” I watch as Amelia sighs and whispers to me, “I won’t let him in. I’ll talk to him outside.” I took her hands, imploring her not to say anything. She notices my fear and says. “Queen, I wou
Matthew Anderson.The minute Stephanie threw the photographs in my face, I knew I had destroyed our entire life. I look closely at the images and my brain desperately wants to answer what I’m seeing: who is she? Where was this? Why don’t I remember? It took me a minute to realize my terrible mistake. Guilt and remorse wash over me. I came here to clarify the content of the photos that arrived at my house, where she appeared to be hugged by a guy, but I never believed that I would become the cause of our breakup.I see everything like in slow motion. She confronts me and since I can’t defend myself; she slaps me and walks away. My soul desperately wants to ask for her forgiveness, but my feet refuse to walk after her, as if my body knows the terrible mistake I have made. I stood at that door for a few minutes until the wedding planner came to pick her up. She remains pale looking at the empty room; the photos scattered everywhere and me looking at nothing.I see her leaving the room
Stephanie Miller.I stood silently staring at my laptop screen, unable to articulate a single thought or word. Vincenzo stands still behind me, his hands on my shoulders, and I feel his grip tighten. I breathe quickly and notice that my heart is beating fast. I clear my throat and touch his hand as I say, “Are you okay?” He seems to snap out of his shock and responds, “yes, I am, although I should be the one asking you that. Are you okay?”I sigh, still looking at the screen. I tell him, “Can you leave me alone, Vicenzo?” He tells me, “I’ll be in the living room, in case you need me, baby.” Then, he kisses my head and leaves the office. I sigh again, deciding if I should open that email or not. Inside my stomach, thousands of butterflies beat their wings at the same time, while my heart seems to have a life of its own. Three months have passed since I last saw the man, I thought was the man of my life, my traveling partner.Without further ado, I decided to open it. For a moment,
Stephanie Miller. Half an hour after cutting off communication with Lilly, she called me again to let me know that Mr. Lombardo underwent surgery. I look at the time and I'm worried that Vicenzo hasn't arrived yet. I dial his phone number, but it sounds busy. I decided to send him a voice message. “Vicenzo, I called you, but it seems you're busy. I'm letting you know that my patient decided to undergo the operation and I'm already taking a cab to the institute.""Most likely I won't get home and stay the night there. I'm calling you to not worry or wait for me. I love you." I sighed and put my phone in my pocket. I fix my things and the cab is outside waiting for me. When there were just over five minutes left to get to the institute, Vicenzo called me. "Babe? Forgive me for not answering sooner, but I was solving an important issue. I listened to your message and I'm on my way to the institute.""I will wait for your operation to finish and take you home, since I will not let yo
Stephanie Miller. When I saw that the six feet tall man, dressed in a custom-made Armani suit, gray-haired, well-preserved for his sixty-five years, with the same blue eyes as his nephew, turns around and my eyes widen, surprised at seeing him.I thought I would have a heart attack. Fear flowed through my veins and made me freeze in my space, gripped by terror. Lilly clears her throat, saying, “Excuse me, are you related to Mr. Lombardo?” Tom, Matthew’s uncle, snaps out of his state of shock and says, “Raul Lombardo is my husband.""We got married a month ago, without telling our families anything. His children are unaware of our nuptials, and we prefer to keep it that way.” He looked at Lilly with a cold and menacing gaze, making the poor thing move nervously in her place. Hearing him say that gave me the courage to face him, knowing that he was sharing his secret. I clear my throat and say, “Nice to see you, Tom. As always, you never disappoint.” I see how he laughs and says,
Stephanie Miller.When Tom asked me how long I had been friends with Vincenzo, my mind went blank. The only thing I could do was remain silent and watch as my handsome friend walked in our direction.Vincenzo, noticing that Tom was accompanying me, stopped for a moment and then caught up with us, saying, “Tom, I haven’t seen you in a long time. What brings you here?”“Hum… It’s funny that you asked me, since I could ask you the same thing. As I remember, you are very far from home, Enzo.”I frown as I say “Enzo?”Tom turns to look at me, saying, “Oh my God, dear. Don’t tell me you’ve been in this place all this time, accompanied by him, and you still don’t know his nickname.""Matt gave him that nickname, since he felt that calling him Vicenzo was very gangster style. His reasons always made us laugh.”His words cause my face to heat up, blushing at not knowing this information. Vincenzo clears his throat, saying, “In her defense, I never told her.”“And I ask myself, why not?” I tell
Stephanie Miller.After the operation, we got home, and Enzo left me in my room. Despite how tired I feel, I can’t get everything out of my mind about what happened and especially what Tom told me. My heart is pumping so fast, and my palms feel clammy with nervousness, while my feet run through every corner of the room.I bite my lip, wondering if what I want to do is the right thing, but what options do I have left? I can’t let Matt come to this country looking for me. He can’t see me. Not now.I sigh and resign myself to my decision. I look for my cell phone and, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, I slowly dial the numbers that make up his phone number. My heart beats madly and thousands of butterflies fly in my stomach, eager to hear his voice.At the fourth beep, I hear a cold, hoarse voice answer me, saying, “Hello? Who is it? How did you get this number?” I stay silent, listening to him. I sigh and say, “Hi Matt.”His voice quickly changes to one of extreme co