(NFTMB)Chapter 79
Victoria
(The Confrontation)
Another afternoon.
Another boring day to spend lazing around the house and playing with my stepson and good friend Matteo.
What? He talks to me all the time now.
More like he babbles about things while I try to act like I understand him and respond.
Of course I have to do that. It shows respect for the little man’s quest for crystal clear eloquence.
Truthfully, I don’t understand a word he says but I love hearing him learn to talk and watching him learn to walk.
He’s growing up so fast before my eyes that I always try to capture every beautiful moment of him like this because I know he will not remain like this forever.
He’ll soon grow and I’ll no longer have this little version of him that rubs my tummy with a smile while acting like he is communicating with his sibling who is in there.
Who knows? Maybe they understand each other.
Babies understand babies, right?. They all speak gibberish baby language.
But in this context now, babies talk to fetuses?
I think I’m right.
After my attempted murder or rather attempted assassination.
That’s much better.
Attempted murder makes me shake in my boots.
Alessandro now treats me like an invalid, like a child
He treats me like I am fragile now, almost like an egg.
I wasn’t allowed to do anything anymore. I wasn’t allowed to even talk much because according to him if I raise my voice higher than normal then I’ll lose the baby.
Really? Is that true?
That’s bullshit.
Alessandro is crazy.
He’s also being careful because he thinks that whoever it was that came for me that night would come back again to complete what he or she came to do.
I was currently at home and definitely bored out of my mind just casually flipping through the glossy magazines that Bianca had brought me to help take me out of my boredom, which wasn’t actually working because I still felt very bored being the only one in the mansion aside from Amara and probably Matteo.
Alessandro had left to attend a function I think he said it was an engagement party of one of his business partners, the Davis clan.
The first of the twins and the oldest son, Rome Vincent Davis, was throwing an engagement party and Alessandro and I were invited. I wanted to go at first and see for myself if the bride, Audrey Maria Ray, is as pretty as the newspapers and tabloids make her out to be.
You know these news articles tend to over exaggerate just to hype readers’ attention, chase cheap clout and possibly sweet talk the public figure till they feel they’ve been accepted.
She’s very beautiful, I’ll have to hand it to her.
But still seeing a magazine describing her like the ancient goddess Aphrodite who warriors fall on their swords for a chance to kiss her feet with their last breath.
It’s too cheesy and almost cringe.
That’s downright and obvious buttlicking.
It’s pathetic.
And hey.
I’m not jealous.
Yes, I’m so famous that rich folks actually anticipate my presence at events. I’m at the top of the high class list now. I even see my name on most influential lists just for being Alessandro’s wife. He really has the world at his feet.
It’s just very crazy.
I get invited to lots of events alongside Alessandro but I don’t wish to attend any.
He had initially asked me to go but then he decided against it seeing as according to him, I still wasn’t healthy and strong enough to be attending functions and he didn’t trust me to not get into trouble.
My reputation really precedes me.
Besides, I don’t want to go anymore as well because I don’t have the zeal of mental capacity for functions involving rich snobby people
I was only preparing myself for the many people I would meet at the charity gala.
I only have strength for one set of rich folks and I’ll settle for the ones at the charity gala.
At least since they know me as the host’s wife and hostess for the night, they won’t think of looking down on me.
Whereas the ones at the engagement party will purposefully mistake me for the servers if Alessandro isn’t beside me.
I’m nor judging or painting any of them as good or bad, I’m just relying on my instinct and gut feeling.
I can’t deal with two rich society events in one week. It will drain me mentally.
Let me deal with one first and see how it goes.
The dress Alessandro bought me is quite scandalous and revealing but weirdly, I’m feeling quite bold even though I know I might look like a whale.
I want to see how Valentino will react when he sees me in it.
The thought made me blush.
We haven’t really had the chance to meet up since that night.
We just sneak glances at each other and try to be as discreet as possible seeing as that traitor Amara had told Alessandro about us.
Amara.
Yes, now was the perfect time to get the truth out of that lying woman.
I flipped my magazine close as I stomped to the door and made my way to her room since she wasn’t in the kitchen.
I didn’t knock as I opened the door and stood at the doorway with both my hands on my hips in a bid to look threatening and menacing.
She only shot me a blank look as she arched her brows and went back to what she was doing.
Praying.
I closed the door behind me and stood there waiting for her to finish so I could do what I came to do.
“So, you pray?”. I asked sarcastically.
“Don’t you pray?”. She retorted in a sassy tone.
I knew what message she was trying to pass.
A silent and veiled insult.
Like, if I the mistress prays then you a cheating woman should pray as well.
Indirectly telling me that we were both cut from the same cloth.
We’re not different.
“Stop with the bullshit and tell me what you told Alessandro. Valentino told you to shut up and still you couldn’t help but open your loud mouth”
She looked at me with a look of confusion before getting up from her praying position.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about and I definitely didn’t tell your husband that I caught you making out with his brother”
Geez, way to go.
“Stop lying! I heard you, Amara. You said you caught them kissing. How dumb do you think I am?”
“Don’t you ever mind your business and quit eavesdropping? Are you the only ones gifted with lips to kiss? Stop bothering me. I didn’t tell him anything but you can go ahead and believe whatever the hell you want to believe”
“Well, of course we aren’t the only ones gifted lips to kiss because I’ve caught you with my husband as well. Isn’t that right?”. I said as I pointed my finger in her face.
“Look, I’m not about to do this right now. What goes on between Alessandro and I is none of your business. It really doesn’t concern you. Go lash out at someone else and leave me alone.
I’m not going to fight with a pregnant woman”
She does the same thing.
Makes it seem like this secret affair that was meant to be kept sacred and just between the two of them.
They both drive me mad.
“Are you telling me the truth that you didn’t tell my husband?”
“What do you think? That I would lie immediately after praying? I don’t like that you think the worst of me at all times. I might be a mistress but that doesn’t make me a gossip”
I was tongue tied and almost embarrassed. She had a point.
I had never seen her interfere on what doesn’t concern her.
She faces the two things that keep her here which are Alessandro and keeping the house in order.
“If that is the reason why you’re here to talk down on me, be rest assured that your secret hasn’t been exposed. It’s safe with me and I give you my word that it will die with me. I will take it to my grave. You can trust me on that.
Alessandro would never hear it from me.
If that is all then I would suggest you leave now since I’ve answered your question.”
I feel really very bad now.
I look like a bad person.
I came to threaten her not to tell my husband that I was caught cheating on him with his brother.
I feel like a bully and a bad person for attacking her like this.
I pursed my lips and looked behind her on her bed to see a pack of pregnancy test kits.
Ouch.
Immediately my eyes went down to my stomach as guilt rushed through my veins.
I’m pregnant for him and she’s not.
“I’m sorry”. I said before leaving while she had her face turned away from me and didn’t respond.
I waddled lazily on my way back to my room while flapping my arms and inwardly beat myself up for being cruel to someone who was already going through a tough time.
“Why do I always have to be so selfish and insensitive?”. I thought to myself
Stupid stupid Victoria.
If she hadn’t told Alessandro about Valentino and I then what exactly was she telling him?
My inner thoughts warned me to keep out of other people’s business and be like Amara while the curious cat in me jumped for joy at the prospect of being fed.
I was still wandering around in my head and around the house, one part scolding me and the other part encouraging me to snoop around and find out what was the deal between the two of them and that late night meet up.
I was still weighing my options when I felt a hand pull me roughly into a corner of the house and I couldn’t scream because whoever it was had covered my mouth.