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CHAPTER 47: TESTS
I came home with blood tests, with the sweet and sour taste of my state. I had little time, less than a month, and I no longer had to expose myself to a lot of tension, stress, anything that could put my little one's life at risk.Even with so much mud, a passable road lay in front, a story, a light that flickered in my belly. But the pressure was still there, the pain, the anger spread in my chest. Alexa's voice returned to my memory, undoing my illusions of finally seeing myself happy next to Ismail.Although aware of the existence of photos that confirmed their disgusting encounter, nothing confirmed whether she was expecting a baby, or it was just a fallacy. Some invention intended for blackmail. You stupid bitch!I died of anger; Ismail was to blame for getting into anyone's legs. Above a witch like that.Couldn't he abstain from only one woman in life?!I roared emboldened.He had given me another slam on the soul, which did not stop hurting."Sweetheart?" His sweet voice made h
CHAPTER 48: BITTERNESS
There was nothing but hate in my gaze.I wasn't going to pretend otherwise.But it was also a mixture in the soul, saturating my emotions, he had crossed the tightrope of life and death without problem, which is why I should be content, overflowing with absolute happiness. However, keeping his lie in mind left me with a piece of ice stuck in my chest, hating every part of his being.The lurid fact had not been confirmed by him, and I already feared that it was true. Troy burned inside me just thinking that he dared to have sex with that Alexa, maybe if everything had stayed in one night, the present would be different, but the slip brought with it a consequence, a baby.I had forgotten about Smith by my side, I slyly brushed away my tears.“While the patient sleeps, breathing takes place with a machine called a ventilator, something that can be shocking to visitors. It's normal, you don't have to worry" he explained before allowing me to inquire.I nodded my head slightly, assenting.
CHAPTER 49: PREGNANT
"You've already seen the photos, that's enough to know that it's not an invention" he dared to say scathingly, drawing a Machiavellian smile on his scandalous fuchsia varnished lips.I covered my face, breathed in and out, I had to calm down, or I was going to leave my place and take her by that thin, pale neck.“What can be a setup, all in order to ruin my life”“No, I don't intend to harm anyone, and your life is already a mess. I must admit that the press played the cards very well. But we are not going to deviate from the subject" she launched victoriously.My blood burned with fury.“All I want is for you to leave us alone, you're a liar, I don't believe you. Maybe you're pregnant, but by some guy out there, not by Ismail as you claim”"You haven't told him, have you?" He blurted out with conviction. Then he laughed mischievously. Do it, show him the photos, see if he denies it."You're a bitch" I spat hotly, reluctantly leaving my drink payment on the table.So I left that site
CHAPTER 50: START OVER
Ismail decided to take a family vacation, take advantage of what was left of the summer. Going back to the island of Sardinia, albeit to a different area like Ogliastra, brought the memories to my head in an unforgettable thread. Being all in the family turned out to be a warmth that melted the ice forged by curveballs in our lives.Happiness blossomed, the middle ground of things was in place, and it was like being inside our own fairy tale. There was no trace of a consuming fear, nor was there insecurity twisting our present.Sun…The sand…And the waves of the sea lapping on the shore.Nothing warmer than feeling everything at once, attached to the joy of my children. Isaac and his sister made sand castles. How nice it was to watch them play, appreciate the most innocent scene of the two of them, having fun together. My beautiful Lizzy boasted of a pink swimsuit, but Isaac was not far behind, the paleness was replaced in his complexion by a tan.I wanted to take a photo, but I was
CHAPTER 51: FAMILY
"What's wrong, Ismail?" I wanted to know guessed by his expression that it was good news."Tomorrow Brenda will come." I've talked to her, and she agreed to come.“Oh really?” I widened my eyes in surprise.When she organized the trip, she was included, however she declined for family reasons; explained that her cousin's husband had suffered a breakdown due to his terminal illness. I was sad, because I wanted Brenda to be with us, both Ismail and I felt that she was part of our family.I got up and hugged him happily. Barely a week there, but his absence seemed like a thousand years in solitude. Ismail hit me closer to him, nullifying even the half millimeter that separated us. Gently he caressed my back; inevitably a sob escaped my lips, I couldn't hold it back, and I blamed the hormones for my sensitivity at that moment.He separated us far enough, his long fingers subtly lifting my chin, making eye contact possible. I couldn't stop feeling a bunch of nerves looking at him like that
CHAPTER 52: ADDICTED TO HER LIPS
Dinner was fine.Ismail was no longer so bad at cooking, of course he left the hardest part up to me. But it was those moments that became incomparable, and we were united, moments only his and mine, no one else's. In the end he was in charge of washing the dishes; Isaac helped him. For my part, I took Lizzy to bed staying with her for a while, because I couldn't deny her sweet request that I read her a story. Without further ado, I searched the internet for an interesting one, one of the ones I had at home on paper, we forgot to pack.Luckily I found his favorite online, and narrated it to him. In the process, I saw her shake her head, struggling not to close her eyes, she wanted to hear everything even though she already knew it by heart. He interrupted me a couple of times, questioning as usual, the young princess's decision to reject the prince. When I read it to her I remembered to give her an answer, perhaps Brenda did too, but she, not satisfied with the answer, asked again.“L
CHAPTER 53: GREETING
Black eyes, deep as an eagle's; intimidating me without saying a single word. A gentleman with abundant gray hair, although I found a distant reflection of darkness in his strands. My gaze fell on her luggage, my heart skipped a beat, I already tied it all up.“He was Ismail's father”"Hello, Mariané Lombardi" I introduced myself, holding out my hand, unsure that her customs would decline the greeting.My voice trembled.I took the risk."I have no words to express how happy I am to meet you, sweet girl" he spoke with the Arabic accent marked in his words. Despite everything, he handled our language well. He leaned in, kissing the back of my hand. Can I give you a hug?How to say noI hugged her taking the initiative.I could feel a certain familiarity, that instant trust surrounding the union.“At last I know you, Mariané. How are you?” separated."I-I... I'm sorry, if I knew you were coming, I would have fixed myself" I commented embarrassed. He was still wearing his pajamas.An unw
CHAPTER 54: SHARED LOOKS
Mohammed settled in one of the available rooms; He told me more about him, I a bit, hiding the dream that seized me. Sometimes, he didn't realize it, but he said things in his language that I didn't understand. So I just nodded. In the middle of the talk, his invitation to Dubai came up. I thanked him for his affable proposal, perhaps after giving birth, and after a while, we could travel to that place."Really, don't you want something to eat?" I inquired aware of the time.And the clock already told me that it was twelve noon.“You're hungry?” He wanted to know."A little," I whispered, not saying that I was actually dying”“We can go to a restaurant, it's my treat. And I call a taxi, too”“There's no need…”“The food, as in the rest of the country, is delicious. Come on, come with me. I'll take care of notifying Ismail” he insisted.He convinced me, or I didn't want to decline, I wouldn't be rude. I got up, and asked permission to fix myself. He understood staying waiting for me. I