Forty one

Numb.

That was the only word to describe how Arieon was feeling presently. She stood in the living room staring at the large family portrait that was hung on the wall on too of the staircase.

She walked up the stairs, her eyes never leaving the huge portrait. It was a portrait of her, Enzo and their triplets. She was seated on a white throne-like chair with the triplets carefully placed on her lap. Enzo was sitting on the arm of the chair with her leaning closer to him. One of his arm was across her shoulders while his other hand was holding her hand.

She had a warm smile on her face while Enzo was sporting his signature poker face. The triplets were looking forward in curiosity also. All in all, they looked like the perfect family.

Oh the irony, Arieon thought as a bitter chuckle left her lips. Her fingers traced the names that were scribbled at the lower left corner.

Vincenzo and Arieon Armani with their beautiful triplets. Antonio, Andrea abd Alessandra (two months old).

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