登入ISABELLEAs I began to dry my body, my towel caught my nipple—just briefly, just a graze—and the sting of it shot straight through me before I could do anything about it.I went still.My body had exactly one response to that sensation.And that response had a name.I stood in the middle of my bathroom like someone had pressed pause on me, towel in hand, acutely aware of every inch of my own skin in a deeply inconvenient way.“Absolutely not,” I said out loud, but my body didn’t care.I finished drying off with significantly more caution than I had started, wrapped myself in a clean, dry towel, and walked into my bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed and tried to think about something—anything—else.The quarterly report I hadn’t finished. The email from HR I needed to respond to. The fact that I hadn’t called my mother in four days.And then, uninvited, completely unwelcome—my subconscious spoke.Matteo.“No,” I said out loud, firm and final.Remember the Bahamas.“I said no.”Remembe
MATTEOI got out of the car to Lucia leaning against her own. Arms folded. Watching me with the particular expression she reserved for moments when she had already decided she wasn’t leaving without answers.I walked over. “How long have you been here?”“Long enough.” Her eyes moved over me the way they always did—taking everything in before she said anything. Then they stilled. “Matteo.”“Don’t.”“You look—”“I know how I look.”I moved past her toward the front door. She followed without being asked.……………….The house was exactly as I’d left it—dark, too quiet, carrying the particular emptiness of a space that had stopped feeling like home for a while now. Lucia went straight to the nearest window like she couldn’t help herself.“Leave it,” I said.She left it. But she didn’t leave.I headed to the kitchen without a word. She followed anyway.I stood there with both hands braced against the counter, staring at nothing.“When did you last eat?” she asked.“Lucia—”“I’m asking a simpl
ISABELLE I spotted her car immediately—the familiar silver of it tucked between two others, hazard lights blinking. I made my way over and pulled the passenger door open, dropping into the seat and setting my bag by my feet.“Hey, you.” Sage’s smile was immediate and warm.“Hey.”She reached over before I could even settle properly, her hand finding my stomach with the ease of someone who had already claimed this as her right.“Hi baby,” she said softly. Then to me: “How are we feeling today?”“Tired,” I admitted.“Expected.” She pulled her hand back and pointed at me. “When the baby comes, I’m taking her to her first concert. I’ve already decided.”“She’s not even born yet.”“Exactly. Plenty of time to plan.” She grinned. “Also, I’m thinking matching outfits for the first six months—”“Absolutely not.”“—just hear me out—”“Sage.”“Fine. First year.”I laughed despite myself.She reached for the ignition, then stopped with a sigh and turned toward me.And that was when I noticed it.
Hi all, apologies for repeating chapter 134 in 137. It has been ammended. So if you're reading this chapter before 12th to 13th July 2026, Please read chapter 141 again before this one. Thank you for your support. MATTEOSmall. Warm. Tucked between a bookstore and a florist on Elliot Street, like it had always been there and had never needed to announce itself.I sat in the car across the street and watched it for a moment.Through the glass, I could see maybe six tables. Soft lighting. A display case running along one wall. Two customers with laptops.And her.She was sitting near the window. Laptop open. Headphones around her neck. A half-eaten pastry beside her that she hadn’t touched in a while.I knew her from Bella’s description alone.My phone buzzed.Coast is clear. Two customers finishing up. Five minutes.I set the phone down.And waited.I had no business doing this. Bella and I had agreed that whatever existed between us stayed between us. No family. No outside involvement
MATTEO“Matteo.” Her voice was gentle but careful. “You know I can’t discuss anything regarding a patient.”“She’s not just a patient.” The words came out before I could stop them. “I brought her here. I registered her under my name. I set up her entire account at this clinic—”“Which she subsequently had herself removed from,” Dr. Helene said quietly.I stopped.She held my gaze steadily.“When a patient removes associated contacts and updates their billing independently, that becomes their right. And it means the previous party is no longer considered relevant to their care.”I looked at her. “You’re telling me nothing.”“I’m telling you what I can.”“Helene.” Something in my voice must have shifted because her expression changed slightly. “I haven’t slept. I drove to her apartment at 2am because I couldn’t function. I look the way I look because I haven’t been able to eat or sleep or think about anything else since—” I stopped. Pressed my hand flat against her desk. “She won’t see m
MATTEOIsabelle slammed the door in my face before I could say anything else.“Isa…Bella…” I moved close, trying to push it open, but she had already fixed the lock from inside.I was almost throwing a punch at the door when my fisted hand stopped mid-air. She was already mad at me. The last thing I wanted was to make things worse.Out of nowhere, Abigail’s final moments at the hospital crept back into my memory. The way I held her tiny hands while she fought hard for her life. I ran a hand over my face.That was a pain I hadn’t gotten over. Heaven knows I couldn’t deal with any more loss.Did she miscarry because I stayed away from her? Did she get rid of it because of what I had said?I ran my fingers through my hair. What have you done, Matteo?I took one more glance at the door. Torn between knocking and letting go. The latter wasn’t even an option. If anything, I felt worse than when I arrived.I pulled my phone from my pocket and scrolled through my contacts. My hand hovered over







