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Chapter 8

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Alessia’s POV

Settling into a new place was proving to be one of the hardest tasks of my life. It wasn’t as fun as it sounded, not with four little ones to manage and boxes still unpacked.

Looking around at the beautifully arranged house, a small smile tugged at my lips. Everything was perfect… almost. All that was left was one final step to make settling in feel complete.

I moved to the living room and sat on the sofa near the window, letting my gaze linger on the orchids climbing up the terrace. Their wild beauty calmed me, if only slightly.

I picked up my phone and dialed, and after a few rings, a warm, welcoming voice came through.

“Hello, Miss Smith speaking. How may I help you?”

I smiled. “I need to hire a nanny for my children,” I said, answering a few questions before ending the call. My kids deserved the best, especially with me so busy here in Italy. I wouldn’t let them live in dirt or disorder.

Darkness fell quickly, and I went upstairs to the children’s rooms. The
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  • Too Broken To Be Healed    Chapter 8

    Alessia’s POV Settling into a new place was proving to be one of the hardest tasks of my life. It wasn’t as fun as it sounded, not with four little ones to manage and boxes still unpacked. Looking around at the beautifully arranged house, a small smile tugged at my lips. Everything was perfect… almost. All that was left was one final step to make settling in feel complete. I moved to the living room and sat on the sofa near the window, letting my gaze linger on the orchids climbing up the terrace. Their wild beauty calmed me, if only slightly. I picked up my phone and dialed, and after a few rings, a warm, welcoming voice came through. “Hello, Miss Smith speaking. How may I help you?” I smiled. “I need to hire a nanny for my children,” I said, answering a few questions before ending the call. My kids deserved the best, especially with me so busy here in Italy. I wouldn’t let them live in dirt or disorder. Darkness fell quickly, and I went upstairs to the children’s rooms. The

  • Too Broken To Be Healed    Chapter 7

    Matteo Rinaldi’s POV The ride back was deathly quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the car engine as our driver navigated the streets of Italy. Confusion churned in me as I stared at Alessia and the children. Could they… really be hers? Was there a reality where she was the mother of these kids? And if that was true… then how much of what Giulia had fed me all those years was lies? Jealousy and disbelief collided in my chest. Alessia had moved on. She and these children belonged to someone else now. I stayed silent, studying the kids. Their eyes, wide and curious, watched both me and their mother. Then I heard a soft whisper from the boy who had held their backpacks at the airport. “Does this gentleman not look familiar to you? I see him looking at mummy,” he said to the little girl. I recognized them now. Renzo and Tiziana, the oldest and the girl. And then Tino and Ruggero, the other two. They nodded subtly, suspicious but quiet, still observing me as we drove. Sud

  • Too Broken To Be Healed    Chapter 6

    Alessia’s POV After finally securing a ride for my children and me, I hurried back to where I had left them. But the moment I got close, my steps slowed… then stopped completely. My light brown eyes fell on a man I never wanted to see again. He was standing there—unapologetically handsome, broad-shouldered, with well-defined abs and deep blue eyes that once brought me nothing but pain and humiliation. And to my horror, he was smiling warmly at my children. Smiling with them. Of all days… why today? Why would Matteo Rinaldi choose today to reappear in my life? A storm of emotions crashed through me as my eyes betrayed me and traced his face again. Then, almost against my will, my gaze dropped to his left hand. There it was. A wedding ring. Not the one we once shared. A different one. I let out a bitter breath. I should have known better than to ever be fooled by good looks. A smile almost formed on my lips—until the memory of his betrayal slammed into me

  • Too Broken To Be Healed    Chapter 5

    Alessia The dark, gloomy clouds were a hallmark feature of Italy's weather. If anything else, they sent a cold chill down my spine, solidifying my split-second decision to return to Italy after seeing Grandma’s will in my mail. I was so shocked that I had suffered all that isolation and mistreatment for years when I was never supposed to. So, I made the life-changing decision to return to Italy with my kids—to deal with everyone who hurt me and to find the stranger who had literally saved my life and that of my children. It was easy to make a few calls with my American friends, and the next thing I knew, I was on a one-way flight with my kids. I had made living and transport reservations to get us settled in smoothly, but the pit of my stomach still churned with uneasiness. “Mommy, my coat!” Tino whined as we got off the plane after touchdown. “Let me help you.” Renzo was at his side in a second, fixing the buttons. “Thank you, Renzo.” I patted his hair and pulled Tizi

  • Too Broken To Be Healed    Chapter 4

    Alessia Four Years Later The electric bell rang inside the school building just as I parked the car in the school driveway. Finishing the last of my iced Americano, I pushed the door open and stepped out. Other parents were getting out of their cars as well—some housekeepers, some nannies, some chauffeurs, assistants. It was a large variety of people, and that was normal. After all, this was an excellent kindergarten where many parents with corporate jobs were too busy to come pick up their children themselves. I counted myself lucky that I could give my kids all the time and attention they needed while still paying our bills—all thanks to working from home. Across the driveway, children were already pouring out through the doors, noisy and excited to be done with the day’s activities. My job as a weather content creator and article writer had taken off so suddenly—and so well—that my bank account had overflowed in no time. I had been heavily pregnant when the first thousand do

  • Too Broken To Be Healed    Chapter 3

    Alessia I woke up feeling nauseous. My entire head was spinning, a splitting headache traveling from ear to ear. I let out a groan and turned to the side, bile rising in my throat. There was an incessant beeping sound somewhere above me, worsening my disorientation. “Miss? Can you hear the sound of my voice?” After a few deep breaths, the nausea subsided. I shifted back onto my back, only to realize my entire body ached as though I had been lying there for far too long. My eyelids felt unbearably heavy; it took three full attempts to crack them open into a squint. A bright light hit me immediately, and I winced. “She’s responding to the light. Good,” a woman’s voice said. “Get the doctor. She might want to speak to him directly.” I finally opened my eyes wide enough to take in my surroundings. White. Sterile. A hospital room. I was lying on a bed, my arm stretched out across the mattress, tubes attached to it. Two nurses stood nearby, asking me questions I bare

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