Chapter 29
Alessio drifted in and out of consciousness for seven days. When he finally opened his eyes, his first words weren’t for Dardels, whoyd barely left his
bedside.
“Noemi… is she…7”
“She’s fine,” Daniela said curtly. “Got out before you even went in. You almost died for nothing.”
Shock flickered across his face, followed by something that cut Daniela deeper than any blade–pure relief. A smile even touched his burned lips.
“Thank God,” he whispered. “She’s safe.”
That smile burned through Daniela’s heart like acid. Any lingering doubts about using the drug vanished.
“She’s actually here,” Daniela added. “This hospital.”
Immediately, Alessio tried to get up. “I need to see her.”
“You can barely move-”
“I don’t care.”
This time, Daniela didn’t argue. She watched him struggle into a wheelchair, every movement clearly agonizing. After he left, her mind drifted to that
night…
She’d arrived at the fire scene to find Alessio already inside. Frantic, she’d searched for help, only to spot Noemi safe in Cosimo’s arms–both of thems very much alive, very much in love. He was kissing her face, her hands, murmuring endearments.
The injustice had burned hotter than the flames. Alessio was risking his life for a woman already saved, already in another man’s embrace.
That’s when Cosimo noticed her. After getting Noemi settled in an ambulance, he’d approached.
“We both want the same thing–for him to let go. I have a proposition…”
Now Alessio wheeled himself toward Noemi’s room, unaware he was heading into a carefully staged performance.
Just as he raised his hand to knock, he heard Cosimo’s voice:
“Sweetheart, there’s something we need to discuss. About Alessio Moretti.”
Alessio froze.
“Why?” Noemi sounded tired. “Why bring him up?”
“He’s been… around. Watching us.”
“I don’t care.” Her voice was flat. “Look, when I married you, I buried that part of my life. Alessio died in that explosion two years ago. Whoever this person is… he’s just some guy with the same name.”
“You don’t hate him?”
“Why bother? He’s dead to me. Has been since he decided playing corpse was more important than our marriage.”
“But
“No, Cosimo. I don’t want updates. I don’t want to hear his name. I have you, our baby, our life. That’s all I need.”
Each word hit Alessio like a physical blow. His hands gripped the wheelchair until his knuckles went white.
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He wheeled away silently, his face gray. The physical burns were nothing compared to this pain.
Hours later, alone in his room, he found the medical alcohol. The overwhelmed nurses didn’t notice him drinking himself into oblivion.
By midnight, he was on the floor, surrounded by empty bottles.
“Noemi… Noemi…”
The door opened. Through blurred vision, he saw her–or thought he did. She looked exactly as she had on their wedding day.
“Baby?” he slurred. “Are you real?”
She knelt beside him. The drugs she’d slipped into his IV earlier were taking full effect, mixing dangerously with the alcohol.
“Alessio…”
He pulled her close, desperate, hungry. His mouth found hers, tasting something bitter, medicinal. But he was too far gone to care.
“Don’t cry,” he mumbled, kissing what he imagined were tears. “I’m here. I’ve got you.”
His hands roamed her body. Everything was spinning, reality and fantasy blurring together.
“Love you,” he whispered against her skin. “Always loved you…”
Outside, rain began falling, growing steadily heavier until it drowned out the sounds from within–his groans, her calculated responses, the quiet destruction of whatever dignity remained.
In the morning, he’d wake with fragmented memories and crushing shame. She’d inform him she was pregnant. The trap would close.
But for now, in his drugged haze, he clung to the illusion that Noemi had returned, that forgiveness was possible, that the past could be undone.
The rain continued, washing away the last traces of the man he used to be.
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