All Chapters of From Ex-wife to his Uncle's Obsession : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

(Celeste Moretti’s POV) Adelina went completely still for one second. Then her knees weakened and she lowered herself onto the edge of the chair behind her, her mouth slightly open, her face losing its composure all at once. “It is gone?” she asked. “The baby is already gone?” “Yes,” I said. She looked at me as though I had spoken in a language she could not understand. Then something in her expression shifted, the shock hardening into anger, and she rose again, her voice breaking into something sharper as it filled the room. “You killed it,” she said, pointing at me with a shaking hand. “You murdered my grandchild. You did this deliberately. I know what you are. You calculated every move from the beginning and now you think you can just walk away.” She came toward me. I caught her wrist. One motion, controlled and firm, and I turned slightly before pushing her back, enough that she stumbled into the wall and steadied herself against the windowsill. Silence settled heavily in

(Celeste Moretti’s POV)Vincenzo Conti.I let the idea sit in my mind for exactly one second before dismissing it completely.“Lili,” I said, staring at Carmelita, “have you actually lost your mind?”“What? I’m just saying.”“You are not just saying anything. You are suggesting that I develop feelings for the man who signs my paychecks and also happens to be my ex husband’s uncle.” I placed my glass down carefully. “That is not a joke. That is a catastrophe waiting to happen.”Carmelita at least had the decency to look a little embarrassed.“Fine,” she muttered. “I was only throwing the idea out there.”“Throw it somewhere else.”“I heard you.” She lifted both hands in surrender. “I take it back.”I let the conversation drop, but the thought stayed in my head longer than I wanted it to.Not because Carmelita’s logic made sense, though there was something darkly satisfying about imagining Stefano Conti forced to watch me become his aunt by marriage. No, the real reason was simpler. V

Celeste's POV The sound echoed sharply through the hospital room, clean and unforgiving against the silence. “Threatening a teenager lying in a hospital bed?” I said coldly. “That’s a new low. Even for you, Stefano.” Stefano Conti’s head had turned slightly from the impact, but he slowly brought it back, eyes dark with disbelief and rising fury. “You—” “The bone marrow donation was already part of the agreement,” I cut in evenly. “You remember that, don’t you? After the recording surfaced. That was the settlement. You agreed to it, Stefano. Signed it. Documented it.” I stared directly at him. “And now you’re standing in a hospital room trying to use it as leverage against a seventeen-year-old boy who can barely sit up on his own.” Luca stayed silent on the bed behind him, gripping the blanket tightly in both hands. I took another step closer. “What exactly did you think was going to happen when I found out?” Stefano rose slowly from the chair. He towered over me by several inch

(Celeste Moretti’s POV) I arrived at the hospital early. Luca was already awake when I stepped into the room, sitting upright against the pillows with a paperback resting on his knee that he clearly hadn’t been reading. He looked slightly better than yesterday. Barely. The color still hadn’t fully returned to his face, but his eyes looked clearer, more alert. Lavinia Conti was already there, occupying the chair beside his bed and talking endlessly. Apparently, she had been talking long before I arrived because the second Luca saw me, he gave me a look. The exact look we had perfected over years of shared suffering. The silent kind that said, save me before I lose my mind. I almost smiled. Setting my bag down quietly, I pulled the other chair closer to the bed. “You look exhausted,” Lavinia said immediately, scrutinizing me with concern. “Are you even eating properly? You’re too thin, Celeste. You’ve always been too thin.” “I’m fine,” I answered calmly. “You should be home res

(Celeste Moretti’s POV)I got back to my apartment a little after seven, dropped my bag near the door, and stood there quietly for a full minute without moving.Then I suddenly remembered that I had never told Vincenzo I was taking the day off.I picked up my phone and checked our last conversation.His final message said he had a business dinner.Mine said I would see him later in the week.I had never followed up after that.He probably assumed I was not coming tonight.I thought about it for a moment before picking up my bag again.The cufflinks were still inside.Butler Alfredo answered the door, and genuine surprise crossed his face when he saw me standing there.“Miss Celeste.”He stepped aside immediately to let me in.“Signor Vincenzo assumed you would not be coming this evening.”“I know.” I glanced toward the kitchen. “Has dinner been arranged yet?”“I was about to contact the hotel for delivery.”I smiled slightly and shook my head.“Don’t bother. If there are ingredients h