Chapter One

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My eyes strained as the sun's rays began to peek through the blinds. I looked to my right to see the space my husband slept. For what felt like the millionth time I was alone. I hadn't even gotten to the bathroom before the tears began to pour down my face. I stared at my reflection my caramel skin looked as if it lost its color. I finished my bathroom formalities, and heard my eight month old son, Leo, begin to cry. I fed, changed him, and he began to drift back to sleep. I loved my babies with all my heart and they meant the world to me. After putting Leo to sleep I checked on my two year old Michelangelo Jr, who we frequently called Mikey, was safely snuggled in his covers. He was the spitting image of his father with his olive colored skin but had my hazel eyes.

I walked down the stairs of our home to see what I became familiar with every morning for the past eight months. My husband's car and house keys were both missing. I made myself a bowl of Lucky Charms and headed to my husband's office. I cleaned his office every day since we married and that is the only thing that hasn't changed. I create two piles, one for his legitimate businesses and the one that forced us to move to Italy and keeps him away for days at a time. He always kept our wedding photo on his desk but today it was moved onto bookshelf in the corner.

Before I could even think about the pain it caused me, my phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Jenny! It's me!" I smiled when I recognized the voice as my sister in law, Maria.

"Hey Maria, I haven't spoken to you in ages. How are you?"

"It's been a rough few months, but Michael and I have been holding up we talk everyday! How have you been?" I sais lying through my teeth, I was shocked that he talked to her everyday but saw me once a week. Maria and I were always close, but up until the accident we also drifted apart.

"I'm doing just fine. The kids are doing great and I'm thinking about working again."

"Do you think Michael will be ok with you working? You know he loves to take care of you!"

"I'm sure he'll be fine." I lied Michael would be furious if I went back to work. He thought it was my job to stay home and raise the kids like his mother had. Maria and I talked for an hour or so, until she had to hang up and tend to her own children like I should be doing. An American at heart, I whipped up some eggs, bacon, grits, and pancakes for the boys. I left the kitchen and was on my way to wake Mikey when I heard the closet close and Michael emerged.

"Jennifer." I almost forgot how deep his voice was, but I hadn't forgot he that he always called my "Bella" or "Jenny" never Jennifer. It felt like ages since he called me by my nickname. I hated it in the beginning but now it's all I ever wanted.

"Jennifer, I'm speaking to you! We need to talk."

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