Все главы I Forgot the Men Who Broke Me: Глава 1 - Глава 9

By the time I got back from the hospital, the pressure behind my eyes was so bad the lights seemed to lean.I did not even take off my coat before I called my mother.She had found me only a few months earlier. She asked me to leave with her then, and I had refused. I told myself I was not ready. I told myself there were still things holding me here.There were. Three of them.Now I leaned against the entry table and said, “I’m ready. Find me the best neurosurgeon you can. I want the surgery as soon as possible.”She went quiet.Then she asked, “Do they know?”I looked at my reflection in the dark glass of the front doors. “Don’t tell them.”When she answered, her voice had gone very steady.“All right. I’ll arrange everything. Once you get here, the rest is mine.”I had just ended the call when I heard heels on the marble behind me.“What needs to happen soon?”I turned.Viola stood in the doorway wearing my coat, my color, my place in the house as if none of it had ever belonged to a

I went back to bed, put in my earbuds, and shut out the rest of the house.That night, I slept hard.Maybe because I had finally stopped waiting for them to turn around.I was up before dawn the next morning. I went to my desk, pulled open the bottom drawer, and started taking things out one by one.The first layer held a ring of keys and access cards. East Wing. Underground garage. Training hall side entrance. The black card that opened the family elevator without question.Luca had given me those.He used to say that as long as I lived there, no door in that house would ever be closed to me.The second drawer held a black folder. Inside were flight clearances, gala invitations, and a few emergency travel papers.Those were from Matthias.He used to say that if I ever wanted to leave, he could have me anywhere in the world by morning.At the bottom sat a small metal box.Inside were the things Enzo had pushed into my hands over the years without comment. A backup phone. Car keys. Cash

The surgery had been underway for hours when my mother finally answered one of the calls.My phone had not stopped vibrating since they wheeled me into the operating room. Luca. Matthias. Enzo. Over and over again, as if persistence could undo what they had done.She listened for less than three seconds before cutting him off.“Stop calling.”Whatever he said next only made her grip tighten around the phone.“She’s in surgery, and now you want to look for her? Where were you when she couldn’t sleep from the pain? Where were you when she stood in front of you with that report in her hand?”The line went silent.My mother did not raise her voice. She did not need to.“She spent years loving the three of you. When she needed you most, you called her dramatic and went back to your party. If there’s any conscience left in that house, don’t call again. Pray for her if you like. It will do more good than this.”Then she hung up.Back at the coast, Luca lowered the phone and stood there withou

The meeting in the garden drained whatever strength I had managed to gather.When my mother brought me back to the room, she asked a few quiet questions, but I only shook my head. She stayed until she was sure I was settled, then left for the office after posting two security men outside my door and giving them strict instructions not to let anyone in.I nodded, pulled the covers up, and closed my eyes.I had barely fallen asleep when raised voices outside the room pulled me back up.When I opened my eyes, the two guards were blocking the doorway. Beyond them stood the same three men from the garden, each wearing a hospital visitor’s coat as if they had found a way in by blending with everyone else.“We only want a minute.”“Just let us see her.”“Move.”Their voices were low, but the urgency in them was enough to turn heads in the corridor. I listened for a moment, already feeling irritation gather behind my eyes, then said, “Let them in.”The guards looked back at me once before step

I didn’t expect them to find me again so soon.I expected it even less with Viola beside them.I had just finished rehab, and the nurse was about to wheel me upstairs when I saw them through the glass. Luca first. Then Matthias and Enzo. Viola behind them in a pale coat, looking fragile in all the ways that had once worked.The moment she saw me, she moved.“Nerina,” she called, loud enough for everyone nearby to hear. “How could you leave without saying a word? Do you know how worried they’ve been?”She came too close. I leaned back on instinct.Then she bent toward my ear and smiled.“Push me,” she whispered. “They’ll still believe me.”Something snapped into place.The fountain. The bottle. Her face. The three of them choosing her while I stood there trying to make them see.Not everything came back. Enough did.I shoved her.She clearly hadn’t expected it. She stumbled and fell hard enough to split her brow on the edge of the stone path.For the first time in a long while, I felt a