Lahat ng Kabanata ng From Ex-wife to his Uncle's Obsession : Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

(Author's POV) Mr. Zimmer came back ten minutes later. He was holding a phone. "One of the students in the class recorded the incident," he said. "Audio and video." He looked at the girl's name on his notepad, then back up. "She had her phone out during class, which is against school policy. Under the circumstances, I'm waiving that violation." He glanced at Luca. "I can have you step out if—" "No." Luca's voice was flat. "I'm staying." Mr. Zimmer set the phone on the desk and pressed play. Quentin's voice came through clearly. Every word. The specific language he'd used about Celeste, the way he'd delivered it for the room's benefit, the laughter that had followed. Nothing was missing. The recording was a full two minutes long and it left no room for interpretation. When it ended, the office was very quiet. Zachary sat straight in his chair. His jaw was tight. After a moment he said, "Kids say stupid things. That's what teenagers do. I don't think we need to—" "Does t

(Celeste Moretti's POV)"Leave it," Vincenzo said. "I'll handle the dishes. Stay with your brother."I set the plates back down and looked at Luca. He was staring at the table, turning his fork over in his fingers. The bruising along his jaw had deepened to a dull purple.I didn't know how to start.Luca looked up first. His eyes were a little red at the edges. Not from crying, just from the kind of exhaustion that settles in after a long, difficult day. He was clearly trying not to show it."Celeste," he said. "Tell me the truth.""Tell you what?""Did he force you into this?""What? No." I almost laughed. "Luca, nobody forced me. Vincenzo is a good person. He treats me well. I'm the one who brought it up first."Luca stared at me."You brought it up?""I did."He was quiet for a moment.Then he frowned and muttered almost to himself, "But he's so old."Vincenzo walked out of the kitchen at that exact moment carrying the rinsed glasses. I watched his expression shift. Something tight

(Author's POV) About twenty minutes later, Vincenzo came out of the bathroom with his hair still damp from his shower. He was wearing a simple grey t-shirt, and as soon as he stepped into the room, his eyes landed on the tray Celeste had prepared for him. On it were slices of toast, some cheese, and a mug that was still giving off steam. He stood there quietly for a moment, looking at everything she had arranged. The change in his expression was small and almost impossible to notice, but something inside him seemed to relax. It was as if a weight he had been carrying had finally become lighter. Without saying anything at first, he walked over to Celeste and wrapped his arms around her from behind. His embrace was gentle and careful. He did not pull her closer or try to hold her tightly. Instead, he simply rested his arms around her waist and stayed there quietly. Celeste immediately became still. Then Vincenzo lowered his head and pressed a soft kiss against the top of her hair. "

Writing Chapter 160: The Wrong Person (Celeste's POV) The moment I stepped out of the house, an uneasy feeling settled deep inside me. I could not explain it because nothing looked wrong. The morning was bright and peaceful. Vincenzo's car was waiting by the curb, my bag rested on my shoulder, and my phone was safely tucked into my pocket. Everything seemed completely normal, yet I could not shake the feeling that something bad was about to happen. Even so, I got into the car, and we drove into traffic. "Can I ask you something?" I said after a few minutes. Vincenzo glanced at me before returning his eyes to the road. "Go ahead." "Do you ever get that strange feeling that something is about to go wrong, even when you have no reason to think so? Like there's this heavy feeling sitting in your chest, warning you that something bad is coming." He was quiet for a moment as if he was actually thinking about it. Then he reached across the space between us and took my hand in his.

(Author's POV) On the other side of the building, Bianca Conti read the same official statement that everyone else had seen. The moment she finished reading it, she walked straight to her father, Arturo Conti's office. Arturo looked up at her, but his face gave nothing away. His expression was calm, and his voice carried the firm tone he always used whenever a decision had already been made. "You're no longer working for the company," he said. "This doesn't concern you." Bianca held his gaze without looking away. "I'm not asking as one of your employees," she replied quietly. "I'm asking as your daughter." Arturo remained silent. His expression didn't change. After a few seconds, Bianca gave a small nod. "Fine," she said. "I'll find the answer somewhere else." She turned and walked out of the office. She didn't have to go far. Just outside, she found Vincenzo talking with Arturo in the corridor. Without slowing down, she walked straight toward them and stepped into the m