So really, I’d been lying to myself for years. My parents did get to me. Deep down, they made me feel worthless. To them, I always was and always will be worthless. They broadcasted that message with their every word and action, and I’d believed it. No matter how I’d lie to myself or pretend otherwise, I’d believed it.
It was because of Rafaele that I started to believe something else.
He fed me a new narrative about myself. A reframing of my existence. And it felt good. Boy, it felt good. Which is maybe why it hurts so bad now that I know it was all a lie. He didn’t see my worth either. I was a plaything, an amusing fixture in his rigid life. Until I was no longer fun. It was so easy for him to say goodbye.
I glance up and catch my sisters exchanging a concerned look. Since we arrived here, they’ve given me the space to… I don’t even know what, to be honest. Grieve?
Yes, that’s the right word.
The man I loved broke my heart.
My marriage has collapsed.
And Nero…
I suck in a deep breath.
Nero is dead.
“Mamma called me today,” Gemma says. “She’s selling the house. She wants to live in the Hamptons full time.”
Vale nods. “That’s probably a good idea.”
“She asked if we want to get any of our old things.”
“I’m good,” Vale says. Like me, she’d rather gouge her eyes out than spend time with our mother.
But Gemma’s too kind. She sighs and moves her food around with a fork. “I don’t know. I was thinking about going there for a bit to help her.”
Vale frowns. “She’s got plenty of help, trust me. All of our aunts and cousins. And if there was ever a time for Vince to step up, it’s now.”
Gemma looks unconvinced, but Ras reaches over and wraps his palm around her wrist. “Peaches, you’ve got to focus on yourself and our baby. You don’t need to solve everyone else’s problems, remember?”
The tension in Gemma’s forehead eases. She gazes at her lover and gives him an adoring smile. “You’re right. We still have lots of work to do on the nursery.”
“I can’t wait to see it,” Mari says. “The little outfits you showed me last week gave me serious baby fever.” She glances at Giorgio, who’s sitting beside her. “Who knows, maybe your son will get a cousin in a few years.”
Giorgio gives her an indulgent smile while Damiano chokes on his wine.
“Mari, you’re nineteen,” her brother says.
“I’m nearly twenty,” she says. “Gemma’s only a year older.”
“Having children is a big decision. You shouldn’t do it on a whim.”
Vale snorts a laugh. “Isn’t that word for word what I said to you the other night when you were getting a bit ahead of yourself?”
Damiano’s mouth slams shut.
Mari chuckles. “Hypocrite.”
“Anyway,” Gemma interjects, an amused smile on her face. “I for one can’t wait until we have a bunch of kids running around here.”
The staff come out with the next course, and the conversation gets diverted to something else, but I retreat inward. A vision of a young dark-haired boy with blue eyes smiles at me, and a painful pang of longing echoes through my chest.
God, what’s wrong with me?
I used to hate the idea that I’d be expected to have kids with my arranged husband. But knowing that Rafaele and I will never have a family fills me with sadness now.
I get out of my seat. “I’ve got a headache. I think I’ll go lie down.” The backs of my eyes sting, and I don’t want the floodgates to open at the dinner table. Although it wouldn’t be the first time this week.
Vale glances at me, the worry clear in her expression. “You sure?”
“Yes. I’ll see you all tomorrow.” I flee up to my room, hoping they won’t hear me cry.
The next morning, the door to my bedroom flies open, jolting me awake.
Gemma strolls in. “No more moping.” She throws a leather duffel bag onto the bed and walks over to the window to pull back the curtains, letting bright light hit me right in the face. “We’re getting out of town.”
“What?” I ask groggily, shielding my eyes against the sunlight with my palm.
“You heard me. Pack your things. We’re going away for a girls’ weekend.”
I yawn, my gaze drifting to her protruding belly. “You’re pregnant.”
Gemma shrugs. “So what? I’ve still got plenty of time. Plus, we’re not going far.”