Page 138 of Mafia And Maid
“Mrs. Giordano came over today and told me that her Felicity is pregnant!” Marco yells. “She’s absolutely furious. What the fuck, Camillo? How could you let this happen?”
I freeze. Ice crawls through my veins as the words register...Furious. Pregnant. Camillo.
“And what the fuck were you doing, Alessio? You should have been keeping an eye on him, making sure something like this didn’t fucking happen.”
“I’m not his babysitter,” Alessio drawls. “How far along is the pregnancy?”
My feet move unconsciously. I peek through the crack in the door.
“She says eight weeks.”
My breath stutters in my throat.Dear God. Camillo and I have been sleeping together for longer than eight weeks…
“Look, give it some time.” Camillo shrugs. “She’ll get over it.”
Jesus, he’s been sleeping with someone else at the same time as I’ve been sharing his bed…
“Get over it? Are you kidding me, Camillo? She’s already demanding child support. And the scan says it’s fucking triplets!”
Bile burns the back of my throat.Triplets? She must have gone for an early ultrasound. I know from one of my cousins that her doctor identified her twins at a six-week scan…
I know Camillo would have been with other women before me. But I can’t believe that he would sleep with other women while we were actually together.
Does he see me as just a fling? One of several women that he has on the go at once? Because we’ve never really talked about our status. But it’s just that I thought I was more to him than a casual thing—I thought that he felt the same way about me as I feel about him...
I close my eyes and try to inhale through my nose. It’s like I’m drowning in everything that's happening—his betrayal, the lies, the future that I thought we were building together. And it's like a whole house of cards is collapsing around me.
How could I have been so stupid? Tears roll down my cheeks. Humiliation and incomprehension consume me. I should have known that what I have with Camillo was all too good to be true. I should have known that he wouldn’t be serious about someone like me—didn’t Grayden tell me all along that there was something wrong with me? That I was lucky that he had even agreed to marry me because no other man wanted me?
I peek through the crack of the door.
“She’ll be demanding child support for God knows how many years,” Marco grits out.
“At the end of the day, it’s just money,” Camillo replies, not looking or sounding the slightest bit sorry. “There’s no point stressing about it…”
But I can’t listen to any more of this. I just can’t.
I dash down the hall to my old bedroom.
And shutting myself inside, I sink onto the bed, putting my head into my shaking hands.
My heart is racing out of control in my chest, beating so loud that I think I can hear it. I feel like I can't breathe, like the air is actually suffocating me.
The words I heard keep echoing in my mind, replaying over and over until they blur together into one confusing, painful mess.
***
I know that Ethan and I can’t stay here any longer, but I can’t get myself moving to start packing and thinking about where we’re going to go now. Back to Kori’s maybe?
I don’t know how much time has passed when I hear the door handle turn. I quickly wipe my tears, not wanting Ethan to see me upset
But it’s not Ethan.
It’s him.
“I was looking for you.” His smile falters when he catches sight of my face. “Hey, what’s going on?”
I turn toward the bathroom, needing to get away from him, but he catches my arm and turns me toward him.