Matthew Anderson.The minute Stephanie threw the photographs in my face, I knew I had destroyed our entire life. I look closely at the images and my brain desperately wants to answer what I’m seeing: who is she? Where was this? Why don’t I remember? It took me a minute to realize my terrible mistake. Guilt and remorse wash over me. I came here to clarify the content of the photos that arrived at my house, where she appeared to be hugged by a guy, but I never believed that I would become the cause of our breakup.I see everything like in slow motion. She confronts me and since I can’t defend myself; she slaps me and walks away. My soul desperately wants to ask for her forgiveness, but my feet refuse to walk after her, as if my body knows the terrible mistake I have made. I stood at that door for a few minutes until the wedding planner came to pick her up. She remains pale looking at the empty room; the photos scattered everywhere and me looking at nothing.I see her leaving the room

Stephanie Miller. Half an hour after cutting off communication with Lilly, she called me again to let me know that Mr. Lombardo underwent surgery. I look at the time and I'm worried that Vicenzo hasn't arrived yet. I dial his phone number, but it sounds busy. I decided to send him a voice message. “Vicenzo, I called you, but it seems you're busy. I'm letting you know that my patient decided to undergo the operation and I'm already taking a cab to the institute.""Most likely I won't get home and stay the night there. I'm calling you to not worry or wait for me. I love you." I sighed and put my phone in my pocket. I fix my things and the cab is outside waiting for me. When there were just over five minutes left to get to the institute, Vicenzo called me. "Babe? Forgive me for not answering sooner, but I was solving an important issue. I listened to your message and I'm on my way to the institute.""I will wait for your operation to finish and take you home, since I will not let yo

Stephanie Miller.When Tom asked me how long I had been friends with Vincenzo, my mind went blank. The only thing I could do was remain silent and watch as my handsome friend walked in our direction.Vincenzo, noticing that Tom was accompanying me, stopped for a moment and then caught up with us, saying, “Tom, I haven’t seen you in a long time. What brings you here?”“Hum… It’s funny that you asked me, since I could ask you the same thing. As I remember, you are very far from home, Enzo.”I frown as I say “Enzo?”Tom turns to look at me, saying, “Oh my God, dear. Don’t tell me you’ve been in this place all this time, accompanied by him, and you still don’t know his nickname.""Matt gave him that nickname, since he felt that calling him Vicenzo was very gangster style. His reasons always made us laugh.”His words cause my face to heat up, blushing at not knowing this information. Vincenzo clears his throat, saying, “In her defense, I never told her.”“And I ask myself, why not?” I tell

Stephanie Miller.Four months later…After the last phone conversation with Matt, in which he promised to leave me alone, he delivered. Enzo says that there has been no type of hacking, so he leaves me calm as he has kept his word. Life has become quite peaceful during these months, where I stopped operating because I developed preeclampsia, making my pregnancy at high risk.Marie and Enzo agreed it was best for me to stay in bed, to which I agreed. I have tried to do everything on my part so these babies can develop in the best way. As expected, they are just as stubborn as their parents, so neither has shown themselves, leaving me intrigued as to their gender.I keep calling them by numbers. Everyone who comes to visit me laughs when I call them that, but what else am I going to do? If I don’t know their sexes, I can’t give them names. The girls are traveling to spend these last few days with me, since the arrival of these babies is imminent.“Everything okay, baby?”“Yeah. What

Stephanie Miller.I wake up slowly and feel like I’ve been hit by a train. I have no notion of time or space. Slowly, I remember where and why I am here.I open my eyes wide and see how Mark takes me by the shoulders, immobilizing me. “Steph, I need you to calm down, okay?”I breathe quickly, but nod in silence. “Good girl. Now, I need you to try moving your toes.”I frown and do as he tells me. I look at his face and ask, “Are they moving?” He looks back at me, sighs, and a relieved smile takes over his face as he tells me, “yes, they’re moving.”“Why were you so afraid, Mark? What happened?” He sighs and tells me, “Let me set up the stretcher for you. Meanwhile, your entire gang is waiting outside.”“Mark, where are my children?”Finish arranging my stretcher so that I can semi-sitting. He tells me, “Try not to talk too much. You just had major surgery and it will hurt for a long time.”“Mark, answer the question. Where are my children?”I watch as Enzo, Amelia and Emily enter the