*Bella*
It seemed like any other morning, but everything had shifted overnight, and my life wasn't the same as it used to be. The taxi pulled up outside the City Hospital. I looked up at the imposing building where I worked and my anxiety grew with each step closer to the entrance. After what had transpired with Vincenzo yesterday, I couldn't bear to face him. I was terrified of how he would react to me after the disrespect I had shown him.
I had insisted to Santino that we sleep in separate rooms until my memory returned, and after some argument, he agreed. His parents treated me kindly, and Santino was attentive and caring. I didn't feel threatened living with my husband's family.
After leaving with Santino against my father's wishes, I couldn't bring myself to face him. Dad was my he
