The silence hit me the moment I opened my eyes.No soft humming from down the hall. No gentle footsteps on the hardwood floors. No warm laugh floating up from the kitchen.Just emptiness.I lay there momentarily, staring at the ceiling, trying to convince myself this was better. That having Vanessa—Agent Romano out of my house, out of my life, was the right choice.But the silence felt wrong.Like something vital had been ripped away.I rolled out of bed and grabbed my phone from the nightstand. Six-thirty in the morning. Aria would be waking up soon, and for the first time in three months, I'd get her ready for the day.The way it used to be.The way it should be.So why did it feel like I was missing a limb?I pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, running my hands through my hair as I walked down the hallway. Each step felt heavier than the last, like I was walking through quicksand.Aria's door was slightly ajar. I pushed it open and immediately saw her standing in her crib, her
The words hit me like bullets. "I want you gone." I stood frozen in my room, watching Alessandro's face transform into something I didn't recognize. Cold. Distant. Lethal. This wasn't the man who'd kissed me yesterday. This wasn't the man who'd held me like I was precious. This was the dangerous man I'd been warned about. "Alessandro, please—" "If you're not gone by morning, I'll kill you myself." The certainty in his voice made my blood run cold. I knew he meant it. "I can explain everything." "There's nothing to explain." He turned toward the door, then stopped. "You have one hour to pack. Then I want you out of my house." "What about Aria?" "Don't." His voice was deadly quiet. "Don't you dare mention my daughter." "She's going to wonder where I went." "That's not your concern anymore." "I love her." "You don't love anyone but yourself." The accusation stung because it wasn't true. I loved them both more than my own life. But how could I make him understand tha
I drove home in a daze.Everything I thought I knew was a lie.Isabella was alive.Vanessa was a spy.Salvatore had tried to kill my wife.The woman I was falling in love with was betraying me.By the time I reached the house, rage had replaced shock.I parked in the driveway and sat there for a moment, trying to compose myself.Mrs. Ciro would be gone by now. It would just be Vanessa and Aria.Vanessa the spy.Vanessa the liar.Vanessa the woman who'd made me believe in love again.I got out of the car and walked to the front door.My hands were steady now. My mind is clear.I knew what I had to do.---The house was quiet when I entered.I could hear Aria's laughter coming from the living room.My daughter's voice, bright and happy.Innocent."Mama, up!"Mama.The word used to make me smile.Now it made me sick.I walked to the living room doorway and stopped.Vanessa was on the floor, building blocks with Aria.She looked up when she saw me, and her face lit up."You're home early.
Isabella.My dead wife sat across from me, alive and breathing.I blinked hard, certain I was losing my mind."You're supposed to be dead."The words came out strangled, barely audible.She looked the same. Dark hair cascaded over her shoulders. Those green eyes that used to light up when she saw me.Except now they held secrets."I know this is a shock—""A shock?" I stood up so fast that the chair scraped against the floor. "You've been dead for eight months!"Several people turned to stare. Isabella's eyes darted around the café nervously."Please, sit down. We need to talk.""We need to talk?" My voice was getting louder. "You let me bury an empty casket!""Alessandro, please."The desperation in her voice cut through my rage. I sat back down, my hands shaking.This had to be a dream. Or a nightmare."How?""It's complicated.""Try me."She glanced around again, then leaned forward."I found out my uncle was poisoning me. During my pregnancy."The words hit me like a physical blow
I couldn't get her words out of my head.*If you knew who I was—*What the hell did that mean?I'd left the house at dawn, unable to stand being in the same space as her closed door.Unable to face the possibility that she might leave.Marco was waiting for me at the construction site, coffee in hand and a knowing look on his face."Rough night?""Don't start.""I'm just saying, you look like shit.""Thanks for the pep talk."He shrugged, handing me the coffee. "Want to talk about it?""No.""It's about the nanny, isn't it?"I shot him a look that could have killed."Right. None of my business."We walked through the burnt warehouse, surveying the damage. The renovation was going to take months.I didn't have months.But at least it was something to focus on. Something that didn't involve trying to figure out what Vanessa was hiding."We need to reinforce the entire south wall," the contractor was saying. "The fire damage went deeper than we thought."I nodded, pretending to listen.B
I ran to my room and slammed the door behind me.My hands were shaking so hard I could barely turn the lock.*Click.*The sound felt like sealing my coffin.Almost immediately, Alessandro's fist pounded against the wood."Vanessa! Open this door!"I pressed my back against it, sliding down to the floor."Please," his voice was raw. "Just talk to me.""I can't.""Yes, you can. Whatever this is, we can figure it out.""No, we can't."The pounding stopped. I heard him lean against the door, his breathing heavy on the other side."I'm not going anywhere," he said quietly. "I'll stay here all night if I have to."But I knew he wouldn't. He had responsibilities. A business to run. A life that didn't revolve around a lying nanny.A life I was about to destroy.---I sat there for what felt like hours, listening to his breathing through the door.Finally, I heard his footsteps retreating down the hallway.The silence that followed was deafening.My phone buzzed on the nightstand. I crawled ac