Alle Kapitel von Godfather, Your Wife Is Done Waiting: Kapitel 31 – Kapitel 40

Viola’s POVA light rain was falling in London.The person meeting me held a sign with the project team’s name.No convoy of black cars.No one clearing a path for me.I pulled my luggage, stood in line, waited for a car, and found the apartment.By the time I sat down, I was so tired I did not want to get up again.Yet looking at the unfamiliar street outside, I smiled.My mother called on video.My father squeezed into the frame beside her and asked whether I knew how to turn on the heating.I showed them the kitchen, the bedroom, and the little desk by the window.At last, they relaxed.After hanging up, I opened my suitcase.At the top was a blanket my mother had secretly packed.I draped it over my shoulders and showed my unborn child the rain outside.“We’re here.”This time, I did not say we had escaped.The new job was not easy.I made mistakes.I struggled to keep up with the abbreviations in meetings.Sometimes nausea forced me to step out and sit for a while.My supervisor d

Dante’s POVMy grandfather stepped back from some management duties.It was not a peaceful handover.I used the audit results to revoke, one by one, the private powers that should never have remained in place.He looked at me.“You think removing a few people will make you clean?”“No.”I knew the world I lived in.I knew some stains would not disappear because we changed a set of rules.“But at least I can stop doing it.”My grandfather said nothing.As I left the old house, I passed the family reception room.Viola had often sat at its farthest edge.No one poured her tea.I had walked past that room countless times.Every time, I had mistaken her silence for being comfortable.Viola’s POVBy the second trimester, I could finally eat a full meal.On video calls, my mother practically tried to inspect the plate on my side of the screen.I laughed and told her she worried too much.She was unapologetic.“Someone has to remind you that work is not an excuse to avoid resting.”That eveni

Viola’s POVDante brought no gifts.No velvet box placed between us. No keys to another house. Nothing I would have to refuse before we could begin.He said the investigation concerning Selena had moved into its next stages and Carlo had been formally charged.“You should know that.”“Thank you.”I meant it. I wanted to know what had happened to Luca, and I wanted the truth recorded somewhere no one could quietly alter it.But receiving that information did not change why I had come.He was silent for a while.“I’m not here to trade that for another chance.”I looked at him.He seemed to have finally learned to examine his purpose before he spoke.“But I do still want another chance.”I did not answer immediately.Outside, someone passed with a stroller. A small sock had slipped halfway off the baby’s foot. The woman pushing it stopped, tucked it back into place, and continued down the pavement.I watched for a moment before turning back.“Dante, it took me a long time to stop making m

Dante’s POVI closed the draft.“She isn’t coming to hand over the child.”“Don’t forget whose name you bear.”I looked at the family seal on the desk.It was my grandfather’s most trusted reminder.Name. Blood. Duty.Each time, those words could make a person surrender something they should never give up.“Precisely because my name is Vitale,” I said, “I can’t pretend I don’t know what this would mean for her.”My grandfather’s face darkened.I did not retreat again.Viola’s POVThe formal meeting took place at a neutral law firm.Not the old house.Not Dante’s estate.My parents came in with me. Mr. Benedetto sat at my side.Opposite us were Dante, his mother Bianca, and Vittorio.His grandfather looked at my abdomen first.The gaze made me uncomfortable.But I did not cover it with my hands.He had no right to make me feel uneasy about my child’s existence.“We discuss the child first,” he said.I opened the file.“First, we establish that the child is not security for any commercia

Dante’s POVThe divorce agreement came last.I held the pen for a long time without lowering it.Viola did not hurry me.That hurt more than if she had.I knew that if I asked for more time again, the room would become the past all over again.She would keep waiting.I would keep delaying.Until she was too worn down to speak.I looked at her signature.Viola Moretti.The name she had when I first knew her.Not proof that she had lost me.The beginning of her return to her own life.I lowered the pen.By the final stroke, my hand had gone slightly numb.She released a quiet breath.It was barely a sound.But it told me she had waited far too long for this moment.Viola’s POVThe process was not completed on the day we signed.My lawyer explained that the remaining steps still had to be handled in order.I was not disappointed.This time, there was a clear timetable and someone responsible for each stage.It no longer depended on when Dante happened to be in a good mood.Outside the off