บททั้งหมดของ From Ex-wife to his Uncle's Obsession : บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

(Author's POV)"Tomorrow," Guglielmo said in a firm voice, "you will behave yourself. Stefano's wedding is a Conti family matter. No matter what you think about it, you will not cause a scene, and you will not embarrass this family."Vincenzo calmly placed a chess piece on the board before looking at his father. "And what if I do?""Then you will answer to me.""I'm not planning to embarrass anyone," Vincenzo replied as he picked up another chess piece. "That much, I can promise."Guglielmo frowned. "That doesn't make me feel any better. That's exactly the kind of thing you say before everything falls apart."Vincenzo finally looked up at him."Father, tomorrow, the person who walks out of that wedding in disgrace won't be me. I can guarantee you that."Guglielmo narrowed his eyes. "What exactly are you planning?""Nothing yet," Vincenzo answered with a shrug as he set the chess piece down and leaned back in his chair. "I'll see how things go. I'm always calm. If anyone loses control

(Celeste Moretti's POV)I leaned back in my chair and looked around the hall. It did not take long before I noticed people whispering to each other. Everyone was staring at us. They could not believe that Stefano Conti's ex wife had arrived with Vincenzo, and not only that, but as his wife. It was the kind of surprise that no one could ignore. Their eyes kept moving between us, and the whispers grew louder until Vincenzo slowly turned his head and looked at the nearest group. His calm but cold gaze was enough. The conversations stopped immediately, and silence spread through the hall.My eyes moved back to the altar, where Tiziana had taken her place. She was no longer looking at the guests. She was looking directly at us. Her eyes stayed on Vincenzo's arm resting comfortably behind my chair before they shifted to my face. I had no idea what expression she saw, but whatever it was, it made her grip her bouquet so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She looked like she was forcing

(Author's POV) Tiziana lowered her eyes and looked at their hands resting together. Her father's words kept repeating in her mind. You chose this path. You made your decisions. Now you have to make this marriage work. But beneath those words was the secret that frightened her more than anything else. She was not Giorgio Argentieri's biological daughter. If that truth ever came out, everything she had worked so hard to build could disappear overnight. She needed Stefano. She needed this marriage to survive. She looked up at him, her voice quieter than sheqqq intended. "Are you still angry with me?" Stefano gently lifted her hand and pressed a soft kiss against her knuckles. "No," he said. "I'm not angry with you. It's just... today wasn't the wedding either of us dreamed of. I'm sorry I couldn't give you a better day." "It wasn't your fault." He slowly shook his head. "Part of it was my fault. There were things I should have handled differently." Tiziana leaned aga

(Author's POV)Lavinia stood alone in the hallway, thinking about everything Luca had said. His words refused to leave her mind. He had said that Celeste's husband took very good care of her, and she kept wondering about it. A man like Vincenzo Vitale had chosen Celeste. Not Tiziana, who was beautiful, graceful, and had spent years making herself look like the perfect woman for a powerful family.The thought left a bitter feeling inside her. She hated admitting it, but she could not understand why Celeste had been the one Vincenzo wanted.Then she remembered something else. She still had a secret that nobody knew about. She was still holding information that could change everything. At the same time, she knew she was surrounded by powerful people who could ruin her life if she made the wrong move. After thinking about it for a long moment, she let out a slow breath and returned to the kitchen.She decided she would not contact Celeste. Not now. She would wait and hope that time healed

(Celeste Moretti's POV)"Yes." I smiled at them. "The two of you go ahead. I'll wait here."I stood there until they disappeared through the door and were completely out of sight. Only then did I turn around, walk quickly to the car, open the passenger door, and slide inside.Vincenzo glanced at me before starting the engine. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly."That was quite the performance.""Don't start.""You looked like you were hiding something.""I said don't start." I pulled my seat belt across my chest and fastened it. "Can we just go?"He said nothing after that. Instead, he started the car and drove away. Through the reflection in the window, I caught the faint look on his face. He looked strangely pleased with himself, as though he had figured something out. The silence was almost worse than if he had kept teasing me.About twenty minutes later, I noticed we were not taking the road home.I turned to him. "Where are we going?""You'll see."A few minutes later, the c