All Chapters of Too Broken To Be Healed : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Matteo Rinaldi’s POV As I held Alessia in my arms, her tears soaking through my shirt, a deep wave of anguish swept through me. Seeing her like this, shattered and defenseless, tightened something painful in my chest. There was nothing I could do to erase her pain. Nothing I could say to undo the fear or mend the cracks in her heart. That helplessness gnawed at me. I had watched her rush out of the restaurant earlier, tears spilling freely as she fled. The image had burned itself into my mind. Seeing Alessia in that state stirred emotions I had long buried, emotions I had no right to feel yet could not silence. When we arrived at her home, I helped her out of the car. My heart ached at the sight of her trembling hands and tear stained face. She looked so small, so fragile, and it tore me apart. I forced myself to stay calm when I saw Ruggero, his little body smeared with blood. I had seen men drenched in blood before, hardened soldiers and broken enemies, but nothing compared to

Alessia’s POV Fuck! Like a whirlwind, the thought that Matteo Rinaldi was still married to Giulia hit me. How could I have entertained such thoughts, even for a moment? Matteo was a married man, and I was simply his ex—nothing more! What was I even thinking? I let the emotions that had engulfed me since Ruggero’s accident cloud my mind. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to regain composure. Turning to Matteo, I said, “I really appreciate your gesture, but don’t worry, Matteo. I’ll call my friends. I’m sure they’ll love to help with the kids. I don’t want to inconvenience you more than I already have.” As I spoke, I reached for my purse, which his security had brought in along with the children, and took out my phone. “I’ll be waiting outside for you,” Matteo said, taking a step toward the door. I hesitated. Did he not hear me turn down his offer? “Matteo,” I called softly, “you really don’t have to stay.” My voice was firm, trying to mask the flutter in my chest. There was

Matteo Rinaldi's POV Walking into the room behind Alessia, I saw the children still playing quietly, despite their evident fatigue. “We tried to get them to calm down,” Camellia said, her tone gentle but firm. “It’s fine, Camellia,” Alessia replied with a soft smile. “They’ll be staying at Matteo’s penthouse, not far from here. I trust you to take care of them for me?” Both Camellia and Arianna nodded. “We’ve got this,” Arianna assured her. “Thank you, Arianna,” Alessia said warmly. As Camellia and Arianna prepared to escort Renzo, Tiziana, and Tino to my penthouse, the kids protested, desperate to stay by Ruggero’s side. “But Ruggero needs us!” Tino exclaimed, worry clear in his voice. “And I just want to be with Ruggero!” Tiziana squealed, her hands gripping Alessia’s dress. “Mum, can we not just stay here?” Renzo asked quietly, without drama. I knelt down to meet their gaze, my voice calm yet firm. “I understand you want to be with Ruggero, but he needs rest. My penthous

Alessia’s POV I had just finished bathing. As I stepped out of the bathroom, my eyes slowly drifted around the room, taking in everything Matteo had thoughtfully prepared for me. The toiletries. The towels. The nightwear. The soft pillows. The comfortable slippers. Even the fact that we were in a private ward. He had thought of everything. Matteo Rinaldi was careful. Attentive. Gentle in ways I never expected. Hush now. Do not overthink it, Alessia. I sighed inwardly. After dressing, I returned to the room and glanced toward Ruggero’s bed. He was sleeping peacefully, his tiny chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. I turned back to the main bed and smoothed out the wrinkles before settling in. The softness wrapped around me like a warm embrace. “Damn,” I whispered. “This feels good.” The day had drained me completely. All I wanted was a quiet night of rest. Then my phone buzzed. I frowned and picked it up, only to freeze when I saw several missed calls and messag

Alessia’s POV As I walked back into the hospital room, memories of the past flooded my mind, each one more bittersweet than the last. I could not stop myself from thinking about the early days of the Rinaldi Children Foundation, when Matteo and I had just started the organization together. I remembered the excitement and anticipation we felt as we worked tirelessly to gather the first set of drugs and supplies for the foundation’s inauguration. Despite my confusion over why the foundation had been created only after our marriage, I had obediently followed Matteo’s lead. But even as we worked side by side, there had always been a distance between us. A coldness in Matteo’s demeanor that I could never quite understand. Our arranged marriage had never been built on love, and the rumors that circulated across Italy only deepened the divide between us. Now, as I lay down on the hospital bed and pulled the covers tightly around me, loneliness wrapped around my heart like a heavy b