ARIANA
Enzo was staring at me with wide eyes. He wasn't expecting me to give him a clean chit. He gulped hard, holding my cold hand into his warm ones. “Are you sure, you want to do this?” He asked in a low tone. I saw his uncertainty dulling his eyes even more.
“Would you rather let me die?” I asked, frustrated with his questions. I watched him gulo hard. I watched the colors of his face change.
“Give us some privacy, will houy, Dr?” The doctor nodded as soon as Enzo asked him to leave. He turned on his heels and left the room. Enzo walked toward the bed. He was about to slip in when I shook my head.
“Take your shirt off.” I knew I needed his warmth to comfort me. His eyes widened for a second. He didn't ask me why I wanted him to strip his shirt off. Enzo was gazing at me as he took his shirt off. He was slow, just so I could say it out loud if I wanted to change my mind. But I didn't say anything or backed down.
Once done, he slipped into the bed with me. With shivering arms, I hugged his torso tightly, resting my head against his hairy chest. I inhaled sharply, letting my lungs fill with his intoxicating scent. Enzo held me tightly against his chest. It felt like he wanted me to crawl into his chest.
His warmth was soothing. And his pounding heart became a soothing music to my ears. I closed my eyes, trying to enjoy the warmth that engulfed me completely.
Enzo's lips were constantly touching my face. He was peppering kisses all over my face and my bald head just so he could make me feel better. When I finally opened my eyes, I found him looking at me with such admiration in his eyes. “Why are you staring at me like that? I look like an alien without my hair.” I whispered sadly. Losing my blond locks brought me pain.
“Are you kidding me? You look as stunning as you used to be with your hair as well.” His words left me stunned. He had always had his charming way to make me feel beautiful. Chuckling, I buried my face back into his chest.
“You should get some rest. Because afterwards, with all the puking and constantly feeling the heart burns would keep you awake at night.” Enzo whispered softly in my ear. Nodding my head, I closed my eyes again. I let him comfort me. It didn't take me long.
His arms had always been this safe place where I used to find my comfort. “If only he wouldn't have listened to that slutty bitch. We wouldn't have broken apart. We would have had our kid with us. Why did he have to do it, and with us? His family. Those were the last thoughts in my mind before the darkness completely consumed me.
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It took us longer than the first session to finish. Enzo was very patient with me. He didn't try to rush anything. I was glad that he was actually trying to be supportive. Once everything was done, I was about to stand on my feet. But before I could have stood up, Enzo scooped me up in his arms and cradled me against his chest. As if I was the most precious thing in his life.
I wrapped my arms around his neck. All eyes were on us as we walked outside. I saw admirations, jealousy and pity, a mixture of all three in the eyes of the people. I never really liked any kind of attention. But I couldn't say I hadn't missed the VIP treatment.
I wasn't surprised when he didn't look at anyone else. He sat down in the car, with me, still on his lap. “You know, I never really knew how and when Charlie came into my room. I wasn't feeling well that day. The beginning of my pregnancy was hard. I was constantly puking. And the fatigue. I was mostly sleeping all day.” I didn't know why I explained myself to the man who had killed our child in cold blood.
Enzo relaxed in his chair. His arms tightened around me. “I know all that already.” He whispered softly, placing another kiss on my forehead. Frowning, I looked up. I couldn't understand why he would kill our baby if he knew that I wasn't lying.
“How did you come to know? When did you come to know? And if you knew, why didn't you tell me. Why did you kill our baby if you knew that I wasn't lying.” I bombarded him with questions. I had tears in my eyes and I couldn't stop shaking.
Enzo pushed me enough so he could look into my eyes. He cupped my face with both of his hands. “When I came to know that you weren't lying at all, it was already too late. You were lying in bed, after I had killed our baby. The DNA of the fetus was the slap in my face that I needed.” My heart was hammering in my rib cage.
“But after you left, it was Suzie who came to me with a confession. Valentina had been abusing Suzie constantly. And making her do everything Valentina wanted. She confessed afterwards. That's how I knew that you weren't lying. But it was too late. I had already destroyed everything we had in between us.” Tears were scratching my eyes from the inside. It was painful for me, to lose everything.
There was no way for any of us to fix things between us. The damage was just too much and it was already too late. Five years had gone by. “You should never have trusted her words over mine. You knew me way better. You were the one who raised me to never cheat. How can you forget your own life lessons you literally nailed into my head?” maybe, I just wanted answers. Or maybe, it was something else.
“I didn't believe Valentina or Suzie over you. I could never believe them over you. You know that well.” His lips were against my forehead while he tried to answer my questions.
“Then why? How? What went so wrong?” The impossible relationship that we had built together, it was precious to us both.
“It was Monty who had lied and I believed him blindly.” His response reminded me of that day. And he was right. When I heard Monty telling Enzo that I had been cheating on Enzo behind his back, even I was surprised. I could never have understood why Monty would do something like this to me and Enzo. We never hurt him. And Enzo loved Monty as his brother.