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Chapter 8 — I Said It Was About Money
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2026-11-07 14:50:15
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Don't Trust the Father of My Child Chapter 60 — Between Comfort and a Kiss
“No one comes in until you open the door, Mom.”My mother nodded.I had left her some water and was about to go when she searched the inside of her bag. She took out a small piece of paper. It was different from the laundry records. The writing was broken where the paper had been folded.“I think you need to see this now,” she said.It was a brief note about household arrangements. The date of my visit to the villa was written on it. Beneath it were two names and two times.A late-night time was written beside Moretti’s name, and a later time beside Elina’s. They could have been the times the two of them arrived at the villa, but I wasn’t ready to state that as fact.At the bottom, my father had added a line in his own handwriting.*Do not leave Sera alone until morning. Do not let her leave, eith
Don't Trust the Father of My Child Chapter 59 — The Door My Mother Locks
I said only that and hung up.◇Bianchi wrote down what my father had said.I called him on speakerphone from the hotel lobby. Ethan sat a little way off, and I told Bianchi at the beginning that he was with me. Bianchi said he would keep trying to confirm directly what my mother wanted. He did not promise that he could simply break down a door and bring her out.I asked Nicola whether he knew anyone who could check what was happening from outside the mansion. He warned that surrounding the house with his own men could make things worse. Instead, he suggested having his father phone Vito and claim he had arranged to see my mother that day about a business appointment.“But there’s no appointment,” I said.“Then we’ll make one.”“Don’t turn my mother into part of a deal.”
Don't Trust the Father of My Child Chapter 61 — A Signature Borrowed for Someone Else
I told him what my father had written: *Do not let her leave, either.* Saying it aloud brought back the low voice my father used to give orders. Ethan’s shoulders went rigid, but he didn’t tighten his arms around me.“I need to know why they kept me there.”“Yes.”“I’m afraid that when I find out, it’ll be worse than what I know now.”He didn’t promise that everything would be all right. Instead, he turned off the light and held me from behind. The room smelled of warm eggs. I stood with my face buried in his shirt for a long time.After we ate, Ethan said he would sleep on the sofa. Even looking at the empty space beside my bed, I couldn’t bring myself to ask him to join me. I wanted him, yet the sound of someone sleeping next to me frightened me. I took out a blanket. He accepted it.&l
Don't Trust the Father of My Child Chapter 58 — The Call That Went Dead
“You certainly know what to say.”“I’m not sure I chose the right words just now.”I put a finger over the hole in the napkin. I wanted to tease him. I was still afraid, and I was still angry about things, but today I wanted to see this man look flustered a little longer.“Then we’ll have breakfast late. And I’m choosing the train we take home.”“Will you save any bread for me?”“Not if you’re late.”He laughed. He folded the napkin and put it in his pocket. I didn’t tell him to throw it away.◇We left the café and walked toward the breakwater.The wind wrapped the hem of my coat around my legs. Ethan didn’t walk ahead of me. I looked at the space between our hands. On the stair landing, I had w
Don't Trust the Father of My Child Chapter 57 — The Napkin Pierced by a Pen
“What paperwork?” I asked.My mother took a long time to answer. Through the phone I heard cloth rustling.“I entered the cost as though all your clothes had gone to the cleaners. We actually sent only some of them, but the record made it look like we’d sent everything.”“You did that?”“Yes.”I sat on the edge of the bed. The dress really had been cleaned. My underwear had been thrown away. My mother had erased the distinction. If someone asked why the clothes were missing, she could say they’d been lost in the cleaning process.“Were you directly told to do the same thing with Dad’s shirt?”“Renato took an envelope and told me to record it as having been dealt with. I know which shirt your father wore that night. He’d changed into a different one b
Don't Trust the Father of My Child Chapter 56 — The Person Who Made the Same Document
My mother took hold of her water glass. The skin beneath her ring was indented.“I asked someone to arrange for me to speak to Paolo’s wife about the letter,” she said.“Who did you ask?”“Bianchi. I told him to check with you first, if you wanted him to.”I looked at her phone. A slip of paper with a number was tucked inside its case. She was doing something herself that she would once have left to my father’s secretary.“You don’t need my permission. If she doesn’t want to hear from you, don’t pursue it.”My mother nodded.“What will you say?”“That I wrote the letter in her husband’s name. And if it caused them more trouble, I’ll explain what happened.”I pressed my thumbnail agains
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