ログインFive years into my relationship with a Godfather-to-be, I realized Cicio Russo had fallen for someone else. And I decided that the choice should be his. I laid the options right in front of him: break up with me, or send that someone else far away overseas. Cicio Russo stood outside my windows all night, down there with the coldness of the night cutting through him and fogging his breath. By morning, Cicio told me that he'd decided. His choice was me. Or at least - that was what I was made to believe. Surprise came on the very day of our wedding, a strange little boy ran straight down the aisle that was supposed to be mine to walk. “Daddy,” he cried at Cicio and Cicio’s face of stony indifference, “What about me? You have left mommy already. Are you going to abandon me, too?” The ring slipped from Cicio’s hand and hit the carpet with a muted thud. He turned his back on me and walked away without even looking back. I pulled off the white veil. And I snatched the microphone from the host. “If you take one more step,” I screamed into the microphone, “if you leave, I will give all this up. And you, too. Do you hear me? I will give you up.” He froze. For only one second. Then he stepped away anyway.
もっと見るCicio stopped going home. Jessica kept playing the crying drama but it stopped working. Cicio just didn’t care anymore.Imagine the panic it brought to Jessica. After all, the reason she stayed in the Russos, the only reason, was her son. She needed to get Cicio’s attention back to her, unless she wanted to be divorced and go back to her petty old life.One day, she crept into Cicio’s study. He stayed there all day, arranging things on his computer, Jessica thought, there must be something really important to keep him in there. If I destroyed what he cares about, he would have to be home to fix it. That’s what’s in Jessica’s mind when she asked her son to pour a bucket of boiling water on Cicio’s computer. And, desperate as she was, she called Cicio.Cicio came home furious. All the arrangements, documents, receipts, and secrets were in that computer. He looked at the dead piece of machine, and he almost reached for the gun in his drawer.“Who did this?” He screamed.Jessica pushed th
The wedding back in Italy was held in a local chapel where Mario’s father was brought up. It was his family roots, he told me. The certification of marriage was more important than the actual wedding anyway, so we didn’t have an extravaganza of a wedding. Only his close family and friends back home and my soldiers attended.Back in New York, my dad, who decided to be the best host for the Pescatores, threw a party to announce and celebrate this relationship with the Pescatores. The name Pescatore attracted all the families to gather here in our mansion. Including the Russos.I saw Cicio when he walked in the gate. He was very quiet and didn’t seem to have any interest in making a scene. He even applauded for us when my father asked the crowd to raise their glasses and bless me and Mario. After a few drinks, Mario whispered in my ear, “Is that Cicio? He looks like a decent guy. And he looks like he misses you.”“He made his choice already. And I made mine.” I turned around and kissed M
“Mommy!” My daughter flew at me straight into my open arms. “I miss you so much!”“Oh, my baby.” I had errands to deal with, so I was home a few days earlier. I told my father that my husband and daughter would come along with me home later, and he was thrilled too.“My principessa has a little principessa too.” He looked at me with a softened smile. “You will be a good Donna for her, I imagine.”“Most definitely.” A couple of years ago, I would never have imagined what my life would become without Cicio. I thought I would keep being miserable and nothing could save me from my tragic love affair with him. But here I was, soon from principessa to Donna, with a family to keep the blood of my name going. The father of my daughter followed her a few steps behind, looked at me with content and gladness, and commented, “Never thought a cruel and broken-hearted Donna like yourself could love again.”I rolled my eyes. “Never thought a cruel and broken-hearted Don like yourself could love agai
Focusing on the boy’s face, I couldn’t see Cicio, but everyone around me, their jaws dropped. I could hear a murmur start from the back of the living room and wander back into the kitchen. They wanted to know why and how and who with, but no one dared to ask the questions.Cicio pushed Jessica aside and closed his fingers so hard around my arm. It hurt.“What did you just say?” That was an attack. It’s like before the storm, the entire room was overcast silently.“As she wishes.” I pointed at Jessica. “I got married.”I did two years ago. Still licking my bleeding scar left by Cicio on my heart, I married another man, and I had a two-year-old daughter, just like I said.Cicio looked defeated. “Why were you married to another man? Who approved this?”I chuckled. “I didn’t need anyone’s approval. Especially not yours.”“You knew I had no choice when I left you. I did it for my boy.” Cicio said, “Why couldn’t you understand that I didn’t mean to stop loving you?”What a ridiculous questio






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