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chapter 6

مؤلف: Nazish Jahan
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-08-28 11:35:56

Marcus Ashford arrived on a Tuesday, unannounced, which Elena would learn later was entirely the point — Marcus had built a career, both inside the family and inside the company, out of the tactical advantage of catching people unprepared.

She was in the kitchen with Grace, learning — or relearning, Grace kept gently reminding her, since apparently they'd done this exact thing together once before, weeks ago, a detail that made Elena's stomach tighten in a way she didn't examine too
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  • The husband i imagined    Chapter Twenty-Six — Priya's Turn

    Priya Nair had spent a decade being everyone else's soft place to land — Ava's steady voice of reason through every crisis, the person who talked sense into both halves of the Ludovico Street feud when nobody else could, the maid of honor who'd organized an entire wedding around a six-foot cannoli tower without complaint. It seemed only fair, Ava thought, that Priya's own love story finally arrived with considerably less drama than everyone else's had.His name was Marcus, a quiet architect who'd been hired to redesign the shared kitchen wall between the bakery and the restaurant after Cosi, at four, had discovered a loose brick and turned it into a personal excavation project. He and Priya had met over blueprints and stayed for the coffee, and by the time Ava noticed anything was happening, they'd already been together for two months, quiet and steady and entirely undramatic in a way that made Ava suspicious out of sheer habit."You're doing the eyebrow thing," Priya said, catching A

  • The husband i imagined    Chapter Twenty-Five — Leo's Secret

    Leo Marchetti-Reyes had spent twenty-nine years being the quiet one, the one who didn't cause scenes at Sunday dinners, the one who let his little sister absorb all the family's attention like a lightning rod so he could sit back with his phone and observe in relative peace. So when he finally brought his mystery date to Cosi's second birthday party, the entire family treated it with the gravity of a state visit."Everyone," Leo said, standing in Elena's backyard with the specific discomfort of a man who had rehearsed this moment and still felt entirely unprepared for it, "this is Sam."Sam turned out to be a marine biologist with an easy laugh and zero visible intimidation at meeting the Marchetti-Reyes clan en masse, which Ava considered either very brave or very foolish, and possibly both."You've been dating my brother for how long," Ava demanded, cornering Sam by the dessert table within ten minutes, a paper plate of cannoli abandoned in her hand."Fourteen months," Sam admitted,

  • The husband i imagined    Chapter Twenty-Four — Full Circle

    Little Cosi — the name had shortened itself within a week, the way names in loud families always did, worn smooth by daily use the way river stones wear smooth over time — grew up exactly as chaotic and loved as everyone had predicted, splitting her toddlerhood between flour-dusted mornings in her mother's bakery, perched on the same prep counter her mother once perched on, and quiet afternoons learning knife skills (plastic ones, to Enzo's great relief and Ava's mild, theatrical disappointment) in her father's kitchen.By the time she was seven — the same age Ava had been when she'd declared war over a backpack full of ricotta, a coincidence nobody in the family let pass without comment — Cosi had already staged her own version of the feud, this time against the son of the new coffee shop owner two doors down, a solemn, serious boy named Theo who had, in her professional seven-year-old opinion, "looked at her cannoli wrong," an offense apparently serious enough to warrant retaliation

  • The husband i imagined    Chapter Twenty-Three — Arrival

    Costanza Marchetti-Castellano Reyes — a name exactly as long and ridiculous as her great-grandmother had predicted, months earlier, in that kitchen conversation over prosecco — arrived on a stormy March night with a full head of dark hair and a scream loud enough to make the delivery nurse laugh out loud despite decades of professional composure."She's got your lungs," Enzo said, awestruck, holding his daughter for the first time with the careful, terrified reverence of a man handling something infinitely more important than any lease or spreadsheet he'd ever controlled in his life, tears streaming freely down his face without any effort to hide them."She's got your eyebrows," Ava said, exhausted and radiant, watching him fall in love in real time from the hospital bed. "Poor thing. Born already looking mildly offended by everything, exactly like her father did at the flour fight.""She's going to be exactly like you." He looked up, eyes wet, voice thick with something too big for w

  • The husband i imagined    Chapter Twenty-Two — Complications

    The pregnancy was not, as it turned out, entirely smooth — a scare at eighteen weeks sent them both racing to the hospital at midnight, Enzo driving with a controlled calm that fooled absolutely no one who knew him well, his knuckles white on the steering wheel the entire drive, jaw locked tight against words he wasn't letting himself say out loud."Talk to me," Ava said, one hand braced on her stomach, the other reaching for his across the console. "You're doing the thing where you go quiet and scary, and I need you to not do that right now, please.""I'm not scared.""Enzo.""I'm terrified," he admitted, voice cracking on the word, the first genuine crack she'd heard from him since the alley two years ago, since he'd stood there and told her he didn't know how to want something without controlling it. "I can't fix this with a spreadsheet or a lease trust or a well-timed apology. I can't control any of it, not one single variable, and I hate it, and I love you and this baby so much i

  • The husband i imagined    Chapter Twenty-One — Telling the Grandmothers

    Costanza Castellano heard the news before anyone officially told her, because Costanza Castellano heard everything before anyone officially told her, a skill she credited to eight decades of practice and a general, cheerful refusal to let the universe surprise her about anything important."You're glowing," she announced the moment Ava walked into her kitchen, before Ava had even gotten her coat off. "I raised a baker and a restaurateur, cara, I know the difference between flour-dust glow and the other kind, and this is unmistakably the other kind.""Nonna—""I already told Elena. We split a bottle of prosecco over the phone like teenagers, at eleven in the morning, which I do not recommend as a habit but felt entirely appropriate for the occasion." Costanza pulled Ava into a fierce, surprisingly strong hug for a woman her size. "This is everything I wanted the day I sold you that lease, you know. Not just the bakery. This. A whole new generation of the Castellano-Marchetti-Reyes chao

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