I spent the afternoon rehearsing conversations that never happened.Standing in the gallery’s back office, I practiced different ways to bring up the subject.“Alessandro, someone came to see me with some disturbing information…”Too dramatic.“I need to ask you about your business connections…”Too accusatory.“Are you involved in anything illegal?”Too direct.Every approach sounded wrong in my head.Either too confrontational or too timid.And what if Giulia was wrong?What if asking these questions destroyed whatever fragile peace we’d managed to build in our strange marriage?What if the truth was worse than living with doubt?By five o’clock, I’d convinced myself to wait another day.Maybe another week.Maybe until after the custody hearing when none of this would matter anymore.Then Alessandro’s car pulled up outside the gallery.My stomach dropped.Now or never.Except when I slid into the passenger seat and saw his face, all my carefully planned questions evaporated.He look
I stood in front of the gallery, staring at my reflection in the glass doors.Mrs. Alessandro De Luca.The woman looking back at me wore the same face, the same clothes.But everything else had changed overnight.Including the wedding ring that caught the morning light on my left hand.There was no hiding this from Giulia.She noticed everything.And she’d definitely notice that her business partner/ friend had gotten married without telling her.The bell chimed as I pushed through the door.“Victoria! Finally! I was starting to worry—”Giulia’s words died as her eyes fell on my hand.The hand was now wearing a diamond solitaire that probably cost more than most people’s cars.“Madonna mia.”She crossed the gallery floor in three quick strides, grabbing my left hand.“What is this?”“It’s a ring.”“This is not just a ring. This is…” She held it up to the light. “This is a very expensive engagement ring. Engagement ring that I did not know you had.”“Actually, it’s a wedding ring now.”
The elevator ride to Alessandro’s penthouse felt different this time.Before, I’d been a guest.Now I was… what?A tenant with an expiration date?A temporary wife?Someone playing house until the custody hearing was over?The boxes containing my belongings were already lined up in the foyer when we walked in.Efficient.Professional.Like everything else about our arrangement.“Mrs. Ciro organized everything while we were at the ceremony,” Alessandro explained, shifting a sleeping Aria in his arms.Mrs. Ciro.His housekeeper who would now be our housekeeper.At least for six months.“That was thoughtful of her.”“She’s good at anticipating needs.”He paused, studying my face.“Your room is down the hall. Second door on the right. I had Mrs. Ciro set it up with some basics, but obviously, you’ll want to arrange your things however feels comfortable.”My room.Not our room.The distinction was clear, even though we both knew it.“Thank you.”“Aria’s room is across the hall from yours,
I stood at my window, watching the sun rise over Rome on what was supposed to be the happiest day of my life.Instead, I felt hollow.Empty.Like I was watching someone else’s life unfold from behind glass.My wedding day.The words should have filled me with joy, anticipation, and nervous excitement.Instead, they sat in my chest like stones.Alessandro and I hadn’t spoken properly since that awful meeting at the café.Our interactions had been reduced to polite texts about logistics.Ceremony time: 2 PM.Dress size: confirmed with designer.Witness arrangements: handled.Everything is planned with the efficiency of a business merger.Which, I suppose, was exactly what this was.I hadn’t told Giulia or Ace.How could I?How do you explain to your closest friends that you’re getting married to help a man win a custody battle, then divorcing him six months later?They’d think I’d lost my mind.They’d probably be right.My phone buzzed with a text from Giulia.*Taking a long lunch today
The Barolo was perfectly aged, smooth, and rich as it slid down my throat.Fitting, since I was celebrating.My terrace overlooked the Tuscan hills, golden in the late afternoon sun.Everything was peaceful.Serene.The perfect setting for savoring a victory three years in the making.Victoria had looked so pale when I’d left her apartment.So shaken by the photographs and documents I’d carefully curated.The fear in her eyes had been everything I’d hoped for.Sweet, naive Victoria who thought she could waltz into Alessandro’s life and play happy family with my daughter.She had no idea what kind of world she was stepping into.Or what kind of woman she was crossing.The photographs had been real, of course.Alessandro’s business dealings weren’t exactly pristine.You didn’t build an empire like his through construction contracts alone.But I’d been careful about what I’d shown her.Nothing that would implicate me or my family’s operations.Nothing that would bring unwanted attention
I sat in my office until three in the morning, staring at the marriage contract my lawyers had drafted.Clean.Professional.Exactly what Victoria had requested.Everything was spelled out in black and white—the temporary nature of our arrangement, financial obligations, custody considerations, and the predetermined divorce date.It read like a business merger.Cold.Calculated.Nothing like the love story I’d imagined we were writing.But if this was what Victoria needed to feel safe helping me, then this was what she’d get.I signed my name at the bottom of each page, the pen scratching against paper the only sound in the silent penthouse.Aria was asleep down the hall, blissfully unaware that her father was about to enter a marriage designed to end.The irony wasn’t lost on me.I was getting married to keep my daughter.And potentially losing the woman I loved in the process.Something had changed Victoria’s mind.Three days ago, she’d looked at me across that restaurant table with