The sun stabbed at Noemi’s eyes as she left the hospital.
At the compound gates, Mrs. Conti waved frantically. “Noemi! Finally!”
“Mrs. Conti?” Noemi touched her singed hair, the burns on her right arm still throbbing.
“Don de‘ Medici has everything arranged. The yacht leaves tomorrow morning.” Mrs. Conti pressed
a ticket into her hand. “He said pack light–the island has everything you’ll need.”
Noemi handed her an envelope thick with cash. “Thank you for handling this.”
“Oh no, the Don already paid me!”
“This is from me.” Noemi pushed the envelope back. “To celebrate my new life.”
Mrs. Conti’s eyes widened, then she beamed. “Yes, celebrate! When a husband dies, we move
forward…”
Of course, Noemi thought bitterly. To the world, Alessio Moretti died when rival gangs ambushed
him during that territorial dispute in Calabria. That man who lived and breathed for me, whose eyes
held nothing but me–he’s gone. Dead and buried.
The gate crashed open.
Alessio stood there, suit soaked with sweat, instantly recognizing Mrs. Conti from their previous
encounter. His face darkened murderously as he drew his Beretta.
“I thought I made myself clear last time.” He cocked the hammer, aiming at Mrs. Conti’s forehead. “But apparently words aren’t enough. Maybe a bullet will help you remember.
Mrs. Conti froze, terror draining her face white.
Noemi stepped between them. “Put the gun down. Marco.”
His jaw clenched, but after a tense moment, he holstered the weapon. “Get out of here,” he growled at Mrs. Conti. “If I see you near my sister–in–law again, you won’t get another warning”
Mrs. Conti fled, colliding with Daniela at the entrance.
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Daniela’s eyes narrowed at Alessio’s protective stance in front of Noemi.
Late that night, as Noemi packed, her door flew open.
Danicla stood there, barely showing. Still haven’t learned, you pathetic whore? Think you can steal my husband by playing the grieving widow?”
Noemi kept folding clothes. “I’m leaving tomorrow, so
Suddenly Daniela screamed and threw herself to the floor, clutching her stomach. “My baby!”
Alessio burst in. “Danicla!”
Without even glancing at Noemi, he scooped up Daniela and ran.
From the hallway. Daniela wailed. “She pushed me… Marco, our baby…”
Such amateur theatrics, Noemi thought. The actual homewrecker puts on this pathetic show, and you believe every word. But your legal wife? Everything I say must be lies. How fucking ridiculous.
At dawn. wheeling her suitcase to the gate, she collided with Alessio returning. Dark circles bruised
his eyes, stubble shadowed his jaw.
“Why do you keep trying to hurt her?” He grabbed her wrist. “I sat with her all night. We almost lost the baby!”
She pulled free and kept walking.
He finally noticed her luggage. “Already packed? How did you know I was sending you away?”
She stopped. “Sending me away?”
“Daniela’s condition is delicate. She doesn’t want you around. Go back to Rome for a while.”
He seized her suitcase. “I’ll drive you to the airport.”
“Don’t bother.” She grabbed it back. “I can handle myself.”
But he insisted, following her to his car like he couldn’t wait to see her gone.
At the airport, he said, “Stay with your family until after the baby. Then I’ll come for you.” He checked his watch. “I need to get back to the hospital. Daniela needs me.”
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He strode away without looking back.
Noemi stood at the terminal entrance, watching his car disappear into the morning mist.
Go ahead, Alessio. Spend your life taking care of your precious Daniela.
Then she turned in the opposite direction toward the docks, toward Cosimo’s yacht, toward a life without him.
In the pale dawn light, she took one final look at the world she was leaving behind.
This is where our story ends, Alessio,
This time, we’ll never meet again..
