LUCREZIAThe words that left my mouth were sudden. Clearly, my sister never called me asking for my help. It was just an excuse I made myself out of nowhere. It wasn’t in my plans to leave Pietro behind with Bianca and live with my family for the meantime. However, that’s what I think I needed right now. Since I’m planning to file a divorce on Pietro, I think it would be just right for me to distance myself from Pietro as early as now. Especially that I still have some attachments on him. Love is not something you can just forget or even stop feeling. Pietro will always be my first crush, my first love, and my first husband. He is the only man I ever loved this way in my life. Letting him go will never be easy.The least that I can do was to take baby steps, to slowly let him go so I wouldn’t have to suffer that much. I need to prepare myself from the future pain. The things that are yet to come for the both of us. I had to be strong. I need to hold myself together. I can’t just

LUCREZIA“Sorella!” Letizia shouted happily when she saw me arrive at the mansion. She ran towards me with arms open wide, very excited to welcome me back home just like always.I smiled at Letizia. Her bright face brightened my expressions. My sister never fails to brighten my life. Even though my sister and I weren’t able to meet often as we used to, she is still the same as before. She still greets me with the same joyous expression every time that she sees me. “What made you come here? Where is your husband?” Letizia asked me with a shrill voice after separating from our hug. She looks so excited and happy to see that her sister came to visit her. I watched her as she looked around me and inside my car, searching for Pietro. She thought my husband and I came here for a harmless family visit. I saw how she slightly frowned upon realizing that I came here on my own.“Oh I missed you!” I shouted back at her in equal excitement as I wrapped my arms above her shoulders to press her i

PIETROI clenched my jaw as I steeled back my hand hanging from the air to stop myself from doing anything to stop Lucrezia from leaving and put myself on an unwanted state. I didn’t want Lucrezia to leave, but there is nothing else I could do to stop her. I know I could just grab her and force her to stay if I wanted to, but I don’t want to give her the wrong signals. I don’t want to make her more confuse than she already is. Besides, if I forced her to stay, she would surely demand an explanation for me. That is something that I cannot give to her.  I blinked and kept my free hands in my pocket to steel myself.“Whenever you are ready to tell me, then you must tell me about it. You don’t have to worry and be misguided by your fear. Whatever it was, you know I will learn to expect it. You know how much I love you and how far I’m willing to go for you.” Lucrezia’s words echoed in my hea

LUCREZIAI opened my mouth wide as I let the chewed pizza lie on my tongue. As much as I do not want to spit out the food that I cooked, I also cannot make myself swallow what it too. The pizza tastes kinda undercooked. To be honest it tastes more like flour and it is very dry also. It’s a kind of food that no human can eat. The food I served to Letizia was a disaster. Since Letizia is my sister, she is unashamed to criticize my cooking and be disgusted by the food that I had served her. I lowered my head in shame as I discreetly spitted out the food in my mouth and placed it inside a tissue paper. I bit my lower lip and did not dare to lift up my head and meet Letizia’s reaction. I am so ashamed by my terrible cooking that I couldn’t even bring myself to mutter an apology. “You said you know how to cook,” Letizia told me in dismay. She held a look on her face that shows if she could cut her tongue out she would so she would no longer have a taste of my awful cooking. “I always c

LUCREZIAI stared at Pietro after noticing this difference. Based on the look he has on his face, I’m sure he had noticed it too. Right now, I couldn’t help but feel the sadness radiating off him. Even though he was good at holding back his emotions, I could easily tell that something is wrong with him.Somehow, I couldn’t help but guess that maybe the secret he is hiding from me is something that is deeply rooted from his childhood. That explains why the secret is a very sensitive topic to him.I wonder if this has something to do with how his parents treated him. His parents couldn’t have treated him that bad, right? After all he was their only son and their only heir to the business. Wanting to comfort him, I placed a hand on Pietro’s shoulder instead. Pietro stilled and glanced at my hand that I placed on his shoulder. I retracted my hand back, unsure with the sharp stare that he gave to my hand. I thought that hugging him would be too much,