All Chapters of Be Careful With My Heart : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

(Massimo)..THE DAY I NEVER THOUGHT WOULD COME is finally here.If someone had told me a few months ago that I would be remarrying and not just to anyone but the same woman who made my life a living hell at some point, I would have found it hard to believe. In two hours, we'll be headed to the court house where a brief ceremony will take place. There's an ache in the pit of my stomach that I can't even describe, but one thing is certain: my life wouldn't be the same anymore. Not after this marriage. I stare at my reflection in the mirror and the memories keep flooding back, almost as if it had happened yesterday rather than five years prior.One is of me adjusting the cufflinks of my suit and Elsa frowning behind me and complaining about my tie not being straight. “It looks completely lopsided,” she pouted, her arms crossed like a strict mother hen. “You should look perfect while meeting with your international clients, honey.”“Darling, it's okay,” I chuckled as I adjusted said

(Pamela)..I AM NOW A MARRIED WOMAN.I don't know whether to laugh or cry at the realisation that not only am I married, I'll have to deal with a whole new life for two solid years.On the bright side, I'll be financially compensated for all the troubles and by the time the two years is up, I'll be set for life. I already got started out with a black card and a monthly allowance. I just need to stick through till the end.When the court wedding ends and I'm done signing the signatures, I look over at Massimo to see his reaction. He looks completely indifferent, almost as if all this hassle is nothing.His publicist, Veronica, bounds over to us, her lips stretching into a wild smile. “Congratulations, you two,” She started out. “That was beautiful to watch.”Beautiful doesn’t even come close to how I'm feeling inside. I feel like a wreck. Like I'm making a terrible mistake and it's too late to right all the wrongs.How is it possible that I feel this way, despite all the benefits at

(Pamela)..3 Days Before The Court Marriage ..IT WAS EIGHT A.M on a Saturday morning when I finally woke up to the Movers waiting at the door of my apartment.“Good morning, ma'am,” One of them greeted politely. “We are here on Mr. Massimo’s orders to move your things.”“Oh,” I hold the door wide open even though I was still in my pajamas. “Come on in.”I watched as they entered into the apartment and within an hour, all of my belongings and personal effects were being packed into large boxes.My phone rang almost immediately. “Good morning,” It was Massimo.“Good morning,” I greeted groggily. “My driver will be coming over to pick you and Erik this afternoon. Are the Movers packing your stuff yet?”“Yes, they are,” I headed into the bedroom where Erik was now wide awake and kicking at the air in his little cot. “Awesome. I'm in the office right now but I'll meet you at home when I return.” He remarks in that deep guttural voice of his.I'm tempted to swoon over his voice whe

(Pamela)..3 Days Before The Court Marriage ..THE DINING ROOM is a bit too quiet when I get there. But I'm even more surprised to see that Massimo is already seated at the table, waiting.The long mahogany table in question stretches between us like a battlefield. It's polished so perfectly that I can almost see my own reflection in it. The scent of roasted garlic and herbs hangs in the air, but it does nothing to ease the knot in my stomach. Massimo doesn’t look up when I enter. He’s focused on his phone, fingers tapping against the screen with impatient strokes. His suit jacket is gone and his sleeves rolled up to reveal the corded muscles of his forearms. Even relaxed, he looks like he’s seconds away from snapping. Must have been a long day at work.I hesitate at the threshold of the dining room, a bit anxious to walk in.Cecilia nudges me forward gently. “Your seat is right beside Mr. D’Amato, ma’am.” Of course it is. She could have warned me earlier that he was alread

(Massimo)..(Present Day).MY OFFICE IS TOO DAMN QUIET.I close the door behind me and tug at the tie still hanging loosely around my neck. For a second, I just stand there, staring blankly at my desk. Everything is exactly the way I left it yesterday: neat, cold, and lifeless. Just like me.I try to focus as soon as I slump onto my desk. I really do.I open my laptop, pull up my emails, and even skim through a few documents that my assistant has sent over this morning. But nothing sticks. The numbers blur together, the words lose meaning halfway through the sentences, and I realize I’ve read the same damn paragraph at least four times without processing a thing.Because all I can think about is her.Not Pamela.Elsa.My wife.Correction: my late wife.I lean back in the chair and exhale long and slow, dragging a hand down my face. The ache in my chest is back; that sharp, familiar, and unwelcome ache. The same ache that’s been there for five years now. And today, of all days, it’