INICIAR SESIÓNGinevra's POVCorrado nodded slowly, although I could tell he was still trying to understand where I was going with this. I gave him a small nod in return, relieved by his answer. I still had my trust fund, so I knew I would be able to take care of myself. There was no reason to make the divorce more complicated than it needed to be. Leandro had already taken enough from me. I did not want to spend the little time I had left fighting over money or property."Yes," Corrado said. "Your trust fund is still there.""Then I want a clean break from Leandro. I don't have much time left, Corrado. He can keep everything. I don't want anything from him."Lorenzo looked at me for a moment before asking the question I had been trying not to think about."What about custody of your son?"The question hit me harder than I expected. I closed my eyes, and Nico's face immediately appeared in my mind. I did not see the angry little boy who had spent the past few months telling me that he hated me. Inst
Corrado's POVThe lobby of the hotel was busy with the usual evening crowd. Business travelers were checking in, tourists stood around with maps in their hands, and the sound of conversations filled the air. I stood near the elevators, slowly scanning the lobby while my heart pounded against my ribs. I had been looking for my sister the moment I walked in, and then I finally saw her.Ginevra was sitting alone in one of the chairs near the window. Her small body looked almost lost against the large chair, and she was staring outside without really looking at anything. She looked pale and weak. Even from where I stood, I could see how much weight she had lost. She looked so fragile that it seemed like one strong wind could carry her away.This was my little sister, the same girl who had once been ranked third in junior tennis across the country. She had competed against some of the best young players and won matches that made her coaches proud. Ginevra had always been lively, stubborn,
Corrado's POVThe lobby of the hotel was busy with the usual evening crowd. Business travelers were checking in, tourists stood around with maps in their hands, and the sound of conversations filled the air. I stood near the elevators, slowly scanning the lobby while my heart pounded against my ribs. I had been looking for my sister the moment I walked in, and then I finally saw her.Ginevra was sitting alone in one of the chairs near the window. Her small body looked almost lost against the large chair, and she was staring outside without really looking at anything. She looked pale and weak. Even from where I stood, I could see how much weight she had lost. She looked so fragile that it seemed like one strong wind could carry her away.This was my little sister, the same girl who had once been ranked third in junior tennis across the country. She had competed against some of the best young players and won matches that made her coaches proud. Ginevra had always been lively, stubborn,
Ginevra's POVI shook my head and took a slow breath, forcing myself to stop thinking about the past. There was no point in holding on to memories that only hurt me. I carefully wrapped Nico's tooth in the tissue paper again and placed it back inside the little wooden box with the others. My hands stayed on the box for a moment because a part of me wanted to take it with me. I wanted to keep this tiny piece of my son, something that belonged to the years when I had still believed he would always love me.But what was the point?Nico had made his feelings clear. He didn't want me anymore. Every time I thought about it, the pain became harder to bear, but I couldn't force my son to love me. The little box was no longer a sweet memory. It had become a reminder of a relationship that had slowly fallen apart, and perhaps it was better for me to leave that part of my life behind.I closed the box and returned it to the back of the drawer, exactly where I had found it.Maybe one day, Leandro
Ginevra's POVThe silence in the house felt almost unbearable as I stood in the bedroom and stared at the open suitcase on the bed. Corrado would be arriving soon, and I needed to finish packing before he got here. I didn't want to leave anything behind that actually belonged to me, even though there wasn't much.I moved slowly around the closet, taking out the clothes I had brought with me three years ago and the few things I had bought with my own money. Most of my wardrobe remained untouched on the hangers because those clothes belonged to a life I had never truly felt comfortable living. The expensive dresses Leandro had bought for me were still hanging there, dresses I had worn to charity galas where I stood beside him and smiled for photographs like an accessory instead of his wife. He would introduce me to important people, tell me to be polite, and remind me that my presence made the Bellandi family look good.I wasn't taking those dresses with me.I also left behind the expen
Corrado's POVAfter my mother left, I picked up my phone and called my assistant, Matteo. He answered almost immediately.“Hello?”“Matteo, I need the jet ready within the hour. We're flying to Milan tonight. Call the pilot and take care of everything as quickly as possible. I also need a list of the best oncologists in the world, especially doctors who specialize in stage-three gastric cancer. I want their names, locations, and contact information on my phone within the next few hours.”There was a short silence on the other end.“Is everything all right, Mr. Bellandi?”“Just do it, Matteo,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm. “And be discreet. I don't want anyone knowing about this yet.”“Of course, sir. I'll have the information sent to you within thirty minutes.”“Thank you.”I ended the call and stared at my computer screen. Before Ginevra called, I had been looking through company reports and reviewing several major deals. A few minutes ago, those things had seemed important.







