Seeing me lying peacefully in bed, she quietly picked up her phone and closed her bedroom door.
I quickly put on my headphones and opened the listening software I’d planted on her phone.
A faint, childish voice came through, “Marcello misses Grandma. When will Grandma come home?”
Seeing that face, eighty percent identical to Lorenzo’s, a sharp pain pierced my heart.
So it was all true. Lorenzo, my husband who vowed to be mine alone for a lifetime, not only had he started a family with someone else long ago, but he was even plotting against this innocent life growing inside me.
“Marcello, be a good kid. I will be home in two months. Then Marcello will be healthy like all the other kids.”
“Mom, Patricia hasn’t suspected anything, right? Marcello’s condition keeps fluctuating and I can’t leave him now. You have to keep her safe. The baby in her womb is Marcello’s future. There’s no room for carelessness.”
Seeing Lorenzo’s face, tears welled up in my eyes and spilled over uncontrollably. The man who once showered me with sweet words and vowed eternal love was now so cruel.