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From Ex-wife to his Uncle's Obsession Ā Ā Ā Chapter 7
(Celeste Morettiās POV) His voice echoed up the stairwell. I felt nothing. I looked down at him. He was kneeling on the landing below, Tiziana pressed tightly against his chest, his hands trembling as they cupped her face like she might slip away if he let go. My mother shoved past me and grabbed my wrist with both hands, her nails biting deep into my skin. āWhat did you do?ā Her voice cracked against the narrow walls, sharp and accusing. āWhat is wrong with you? She came here to talk, and you pushed her down the stairs? After everything sheās done for this family? After everything I sacrificed to give you a decent life? How did I raise someone like you?ā I lowered my gaze to her fingers digging into my wrist, then slowly lifted my eyes to her face. For the first time in my life, I did not look away. I grabbed her wrist and squeezed. Hard enough to make her flinch. āI didnāt touch her,ā I said, my voice steady. āDo you believe me?ā She just stared at me. A short, cold laug
From Ex-wife to his Uncle's Obsession Ā Ā Ā Chapter 6
(Author's POV) No one in the Everett family iMessage group noticed when Celeste Moretti quietly left. Not that anyone would have. Adelina used the group maybe twice a week to share videos of Bianca Conti at her riding lessons or ballet recitals, and the rest of the family treated it like background noise, something that existed but was never truly seen. Stefano Conti had not noticed anything at all. The previous afternoon, buried under a backlog of digital files, he had sat with his iPad and batch signed a stack of documents through DocuSign. The label on the folder had read Routine Personnel Changes, and he had clicked through them with practiced indifference, not reading a single line, not pausing long enough to consider what he was approving. The next morning, he stepped onto the executive floor and slowed when his gaze landed on the empty executive assistant workstation. The small vase that always held fresh flowers was gone, and the desk had been cleared so completely
From Ex-wife to his Uncle's Obsession Ā Ā Ā Chapter 5
(Celeste Morettiās POV) The Uber pulled up to the glass tower of Aetheris Biotech at 8:47 in the morning. I walked through the lobby with my carry-on in one hand and a cardboard box tucked under my arm. The receptionist looked up, startled. Ethanās office was on the fourth floor. I pushed open the door without knocking. He was at his desk, sorting through a stack of folders. He looked up when he heard the door, and his expression shifted the moment he saw me. I dropped the envelope on his desk. It landed with a flat, definitive slap. "Ethan," I said. "That's my resignation." He stared at the envelope, then at me. He picked it up slowly, as if it might bite him. "Mrs. Conti," he said, setting it back down. "Does Stefano know about this?" "No. And it doesnāt matter." He straightened in his chair, reaching for the professional tone he kept on standby for difficult situations. "Per the executive contract terms, a resignation of this level requires CEO sign-off before it can be
From Ex-wife to his Uncle's Obsession Ā Ā Ā Chapter 4
(Celeste Morettiās POV) He looked up. "What is it?" "I think we shouldā" His phone rang. His assistant's name lit up the screen. He held up one finger and answered, already pressing his fingers to his temple as the voice on the other end escalated into obvious crisis. He snapped back at whoever it was, his attention entirely consumed. With his eyes on the middle distance, he flipped to the bottom of the stack and signed quickly at the flagged lines. Three signatures. Then he dropped the pen. I watched Stefano Conti sign his name to the divorce agreement in the same distracted motion he used to sign expense reports. I reached across and pulled the folder back. He hung up. "What were you going to say?" "Nothing. I just rememberedāitās already sorted." I smiled and tucked the folder under my arm. He leaned forward slightly, and before I could step back, he tilted his head toward my neck and inhaled. His hand came up and brushed my cheek. His throat moved. I stepped back immedia
From Ex-wife to his Uncle's Obsession Ā Ā Ā Chapter 3
(Celeste Morettiās POV) Stefano didnāt come home last night. Neither did Bianca. After her husbandās death, Tiziana had claimed that staying at the Conti estate brought back too many painful memories, so sheād moved into a luxury penthouse downtown. Where Stefano and Bianca had spent the night, I didnāt need to guess. I packed the important documents into my handbag, straightened my coat, and opened the door. Adelina was already in the sitting room. She sat on the sofa with a cup of red tea, one leg crossed over the other, her expression carrying that particular brand of contempt she reserved exclusively for me. āUp so early?ā She took a slow sip, watching me over the rim of her cup. āI assumed youād spend the morning in bed playing the tragic heroine.ā I had spent years stopping in my tracks whenever she spoke, lowering my eyes, waiting for the lecture to end. Years of absorbing her disapproval because I knew what she thoughtāthat I was a housekeeperās daughter, common and un
From Ex-wife to his Uncle's Obsession Ā Ā Ā Chapter 2
(Celeste Morettiās POV) The video showed Cerviniaās snow-covered mountains in the background, picture-perfect and postcard-pretty. Bianca stood between Stefano and Tiziana, bundled in an expensive pink ski jacket I didnāt recognize. She was holding a half-eaten gelato cone, her face bright with happiness. āTry it, Mama Tiziana!ā my daughter chirped, holding the cone up to Tizianaās mouth. Tiziana took a delicate bite, laughingāthat light, tinkling laugh that had charmed Stefanoās entire family. Then she turned to Stefano, her eyes sparkling with something I recognized all too well. Something that looked dangerously close to love. āWant some?ā I watched, frozen, as Stefano leaned down without hesitation and bit into the gelato exactly where Tiziana had just bitten. My stomach turned violently. Stefano had always been obsessive about boundaries. Heād never shared food with me. Never used my utensils. Never drank from my glass. āItās unhygienic,ā heād said once, pulling away when
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