All Chapters of A Wife For Nico Vescari: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

~CAKE~The room is dark when I open my eyes, but that isn’t new because it has been dark for hours, ever since I decided I didn’t want to see anything anymore. After the bath, after scrubbing my skin until it felt raw and still not clean, after watching the water run red and then pink and then clear, I didn’t turn the lights back on. I didn’t want to look at myself or the room or anything that could remind me of what today had become. I just pulled one of Nico’s shirts over my head, the fabric falling to my thighs like a dress, and climbed into bed.That was hours ago.I remember checking the time at some point and it was a little after eleven, then again at twelve, then one, and after that I stopped checking because it didn’t matter. Sleep never came, not even close, and time felt like it was stretching in a way that didn’t make sense. My head aches in a dull, constant way that presses behind my eyes, and my throat feels tight like I have been crying even when I haven’t. I did cry ea

~NICO~I know she is asleep before I even open my eyes.Her breathing is the first thing that changes. It slows, deepens, evens out in a way it hadn’t all night. The tension that had been sitting in her body when she lay beside me finally gave way, like something inside her just shut down after holding on for too long. Her hand, which had been curled into the sheets, loosened gradually, her fingers slipping free one by one until they rested there without pressure.I shifted slightly, just enough to look at her properly.The faint light spilling in from the bathroom outlines her face, and for the first time since I found her sitting on that floor, covered in blood that wasn’t hers, she looks still in a different way. Not holding herself together by force. Just… still.She is completely out.A quiet breath leaves me, and something close to a tired, disbelieving chuckle follows before I can stop it. Who would have thought that this was what it would take to get her to sleep.Hours of sil

~NICO~It took me a few days to realize I was getting used.The thought came to me one night when I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling while she slept beside me like nothing in the world could reach her here. It wasn’t even irritation that hit first. It was amusing, because if anyone had told me a week ago that I would be the one getting used for comfort, I would have laughed in their face.Every night, like clockwork, she finds her way into my room. She doesn’t ask. She doesn’t hesitate. She just walks in, climbs into my bed, and looks at me like I’m the only thing standing between her and whatever is going on inside her head.Then we fuck.And after that, she’s completely gone in deep sleep.Meanwhile, I’d be left lying there, wide awake half the time, staring at the ceiling and wondering how the hell I ended up in this position.I'm not complaining, as a matter of fact, I enjoy being the one she comes to every night to fall asleep.If anything, I understand it more than I’d like t

~CAKE~I watch him through the rearview mirror.He hasn’t said a word since we left the house. Not when I got in, not when he shut the door, not even when we passed the gates and turned onto the empty road. His focus stays straight ahead, hands steady on the wheel, posture relaxed in a way that tells me this isn’t new to him. Driving. Waiting. Finishing jobs.The road stretches out, quiet and mostly unlit except for the occasional streetlamp. No cars. No people. Just trees lining both sides like walls closing in.Perfect.I shift slightly in the back seat, letting the silence sit for a few seconds longer before I speak.“It was her birthday.”My voice comes out softer than I expect, but not weak. Just enough to sound like I’m still carrying something heavy.He doesn’t respond.I tilt my head a little, watching him more closely now. “My mother,” I add. “It was her birthday.”Still nothing.Not even a glance.I almost smile.I lean forward just a little, enough that I can see his eyes p

~CAKE~I didn’t think it would feel this final.I knew what a burial meant. I knew what it looked like, what it was supposed to be, but standing here and watching them lower the coffin into the ground makes something settle in my chest in a way nothing else has. There’s no arguing with this part. No delaying it, no pretending it isn’t happening. This is the moment that makes everything permanent.Elianna’s hand hasn’t left mine since we got here.She’s standing close enough that our arms brush, her grip firm, like she’s anchoring me without making it obvious. I let her. I don’t have the energy to pull away, and if I’m being honest, I don’t want to stand here alone.Everyone is dressed in black. It should feel uniform, respectful, but all I can think about is how many of these people I don’t know. Faces I’ve never seen before, voices I’ve never heard, all standing here to watch my mother be buried because of who I’m married to.Nico’s associates.Men in suits, women who look polished a