Vicenzo Toussaint.With each passing day, I feel like Steph is moving further away from me. Maybe it’s just an assumption on my part, but there’s nothing that can take away the feeling that I’m losing her. She is extremely volatile, everything I say to her makes her angry and I honestly don’t know how to get to her. I don’t know how to approach her without her trying to rip my head off.It’s like Stephanie has put up an enormous wall separating her from me. I have always characterized myself as a self-confident man, however, this woman is my downfall. Since I met her, life has become a constant movement, always changing. I must be attentive all the time because I know that at any moment someone can take her away from me.Stephanie is one in a million. There is no quality about her I don’t love, even those that drive me crazy. I wouldn’t change any part of her. I love her just the way she is. Together with the girls, they have become my entire world. I would sacrifice my life to protec
Matthew Anderson.Two weeks have passed since the altercation with Antonella in my office. Since that day, I haven’t seen her anywhere. Not even at her precious social events that she loves to attend so much. They say that she has been confined to her mansion in the company of her family, preparing for the trial.My uncle Tom has been the first victim of this entire battle. He separated from his husband. Apparently, Raul made him choose between his family and us. My uncle, like any good Anderson, hates ultimatums and threats and, leaving no room for discussion, he took his belongings and left.I honestly hate all of this. Tom is a great man who deserves all the happiness in the world. I feel terrible that his husband made him choose. Stephanie tried to talk about it, but Tom immediately cut her off. He says he doesn’t feel like talking about it. He has stayed at my house ever since.The prosecution has called me to be a witness. They wanted to call Steph too, but I flatly refused. The
Matthew Anderson.True to his word, Enzo arrived twenty minutes after I did. I waited in my car until my security team showed up at the scene. All this so I don’t have to deal with unpleasant pushes or hits. Journalists can become actual sons of bitches when they want to, all to get the news first.Once inside, I politely greeted Enzo and Steph. Every day I feel prouder of myself since I have learned to manage my jealousy and my possessiveness. In these moments, I know Enzo cares for her and loves her just like I do, and she, although she doesn’t recognize it, I know she loves us both. God! I didn’t think I’d be able to share, but being close to Steph, I’ll take any piece she wants to give me.The three of us headed to Judge Barrett’s office, who was waiting for us. The prosecutor knocks on the door and quickly welcomes us. We were instructed that only he and Steph could talk. Marie sent her a certificate saying that she cannot subject herself to high levels of stress, since her pregn
Stephanie Miller met a boy when he was eight years old. It was the first day of spring, the one in which a soft fresh breeze accompanies the sun’s rays, and it is possible to observe the first flower buds. The colors are bright and invite you to enjoy the environment. She was visiting with her mother at the state park in downtown Manhattan. While she was playing with her little wooden boat in the lagoon, this boy sat next to her and placed his boat into the water. Then he turns around and watches her with amusement, his big blue eyes shining. He tells her confidently, “I really like boats a lot. What about you?” Steph, without being able to articulate a single word to her tender six years, looked at him open-mouthed and just smiled shyly at him, blushing, while she nodded at his words in complete silence. He smiles back at her, even bigger than before, as he says, “My name is Matthew, but everyone calls me Matt. What’s yours?” Almost inaudibly, she tells him, “Stephanie, but ever
Stephanie Miller. I open my eyes and the light hits my vision. I look at the time and sit bolt upright in bed, knowing I’ll be late for work because I stayed up late at night with Matt. We have wanted to become parents since we have been together for almost twenty years. The good thing is that, despite the time, we continue to love and desire each other with the same intensity. First, we had agreed to finish our careers. Then, to be able to establish ourselves and prosper in our positions. And so it has been. So, a while ago, I stopped taking the pill, and we practiced making babies every single night. “Come on, dear, stay with me a little longer.” “No, Matt, I have to get up. I can’t be late today. I have an important operation early now.” “Ugh! Your patient’s brain tumor will still be there, even if you are a little late.” I open my eyes wide, turn around and tell him. “Wow, that was dark. Come on! Stop being so lazy. You also have important meetings early. Didn’t you want
Stephanie Miller.I sped out of there. I hid behind the house so that no one would see me, so I could calm all the emotions that were overwhelming me. What the fuck was that? With my sister? Is he cheating on me with my sister? Isn’t he supposed to hate her, or was all a lie?I sigh at the million questions forming in my head. I take a deep breath and try to maintain my composure. I won’t make a scene. Even though my heart is breaking into a thousand pieces, I refuse to give them satisfaction.I swallow the lump in my throat, fix my clothes and walk slowly upright, as I always do, proud of myself, but my face shows no emotion. I get to where everyone is and head towards dad.“Dad, I must go. I’m exhausted. It was an eternal day because I had so many operations.”“My dear, you shouldn’t work so hard. You don’t need it!” my father says with concern in his eyes. I smile faintly as I take his hands. “Dad, you have raised a professional daughter who is brilliant in her field. I will not
Stephanie Miller.Two weeks later…I returned home after having a long and exhausting shift at the hospital. It was a very hard day, on which I didn’t even have time to have lunch. My last patient died during the operation, because of cardiac arrest. By the time Amelia arrived in the operating room, it was too late.So, I really need a warm soak in the tub, a glass of wine, and to sleep for the rest of the night. When I enter the apartment, the lights are off and many candles illuminate the place. Standing next to the hallway, Matt is waiting for me with an enormous bouquet of white roses, my favorites.“What is all this, my love? Did you prepare it?”“Well, yes, although I must admit that I received a little help. Remind me to say thank you to Emily.”“Oh! That’s why she wasn’t at the hospital around three.”Matt smiles at me happily as he approaches me. He takes me by the waist while he tells me with his hoarse and seductive voice, “Happy twenty years of knowing each other, dear.”
Matthew Anderson. After Liam told me that Stella was somehow involved in the mysterious calls received by both Steph and me, I felt my blood boil. I became livid! But I must admit that it doesn't surprise me at all. She has always envied Stephanie, for her family, for her life, and for me. One night, before the kissing incident two weeks ago, when we stayed at his father's house, she got into my bed, offering herself as if she were a prostitute. I said to her, “Stella, for the sake of the family and to protect your reputation, disappear from my sight! You don’t want to find me in a bad mood.""And out of the deep love I have for your sister, I won’t say what you’re trying to do. But listen to me carefully, child.""You approach me like this again and I swear I will expose you in front of the entire society, like the whore that you are. Stay away from us and, above all, stay away from my fiancée!” After the kissing incident, Steph banned me for a week. She talked to Stella and in t