The Wife (Rossi, Book 2)

I must be dreaming. 

Or having a fucking nightmare, actually. 

This can’t be fucking real. 

None of this can be real. 

The twins would never, ever do this to me. 

They would never break my heart like this. 

And Sara, she doesn’t like the twins, not in this way. 

The twins assured me of that, many times. 

And yet, that doesn’t change the fact that this is happening. 

Nick is sitting on the couch, his chest bare. 

And Sara is sitting in his lap. 

Completely naked. 

His hand is in between her legs, stroking her thighs. 

And Antonio is leaned over them, his hands wrapped up in her beautiful hair. 

And.

His.

Lips. 

On. 

Hers. 

This cannot be happening. 

The broken glass had come from a picture we kept on the side table. 

A picture of us three on our wedding. 

“What the hell is going on here?”

I turn, startled, and my eyes meet the disgusted eyes of Lucien. 

When the hell did he walk in?

I turn to the door and see it wide open, his car parked but still running. 

Sucking in a breath, I turn back around. 

The twins had sprung away from Sara at the sound of Lucien’s words. 

But they aren’t staring at him. 

No. 

They are looking right at me. 

Shame is plastered across their faces. 

But not Sara. 

She’s sitting on the couch now, still naked. Not bothering to cover up a single part of her. Instead, she leans over and pours herself a glass of wine on the coffee table before leaning back against the couch, glass in hand. 

She stares straight at me, smug, while the twins stand next to the couch, silent and heads down.

“Care for a glass of wine? It’s from our honeymoon.” She says, smirking at me, before looking at my stomach. “Oh, right. I forgot. Oops.” She takes a sip from the glass. 

Tears begin to slide down my face. 

“Have some fucking respect. This is their wife.” Lucien yells, and throws a blanket at Sara. 

She sighs but covers her naked skin. 

“Whatever. It’s not like they care about respecting their wife. Besides, I was married to them first. So, technically their marriage is void. They said so themselves.”

My watery eyes snap to the twins once again. 

They stare back at me, guilt filling their eyes. 

I bite my lip and suck in a breath while wiping the tears from my face. 

They don’t deserve these fucking tears. 

Neither fucking one of them. 

I turn around and walk out of the house. 

This time, I hear footsteps follow me. 

“Caroline. Please, Caroline. Fuck. Let us talk to you.” 

I whip around, a few feet from my car, and face the twins. 

They stand right in front of me, tears in their eyes. 

“Let you guys talk to me? Are you fucking insane?” A few more tears fall from my eyes, and Antonio raises his hand, ready to wipe it from my face. 

I smack his hand away and take a step back from them. “Do not fucking touch me, Antonio. You think you have the right to wipe away the tears that you guys caused by fucking cheating on me?”

Nick sucks in a deep breath. “We didn’t cheat on you, baby. I promise.” 

I laugh loudly. “You didn’t cheat? You had your fucking hand inches from her pussy, Nicholas.”

“It wasn’t inside of it!” He remarks, trying to justify his actions. 

“Don’t. And you, Antonio.” I point at him, shaking my head. “You kissed her. You were fucking kissing her. And not like a little fucking peck, either. No. You were kissing her like she was me.” 

More tears falls from my eyes, and I let them. 

“We’re done.” I say, looking at them through blurry eyes. 

“No, we aren’t. Mi amore. My love. You are ours. You belong to us. We belong to you.”

I shake my head and step back again when they both take a step towards me. 

“No. I’m not some fucking object. You don’t own me, Antonio. Neither do you, Nicholas. We are over. Our marriage wasn’t even legal. You guys said it yourselves, apparently.”

Antonio steps towards me once again, pleading with me. But I keep stepping back. 

Away from him. 

Away from them. 

“Caroline, you are carrying our children. Our hearts belong to you. Let’s talk about this, please, baby.” Nicholas says, nearing me. 

“We can have joint custody. Switch weeks or something. I don’t know. We can have lawyers involved.” 

“Lawyers? Caroline, please. Just come inside. We can explain.”

“You want me to go inside with Sara? Are you fucking crazy?” I respond to Antonio. “No, I won’t ever go back into that fucking house again.”

“Then let’s go somewhere so we can explain.”