Valentina sat next to a sleeping Luciano after ensuring he was cleaned up, and clothed again.
He was so completely knocked up, he didn't even stir whilst she was trying to do a quick aftercare on him.
She brought a finger to his face, and touched it lightly.
All of the memories she had to repress for survival, came rushing back.
It didn't matter that he was married to another woman anymore.
Deep down, she knew for a fact that there was nothing that would ever top what they shared.
"You're here. Right where you belong," she whispered, and then laid on his chest.
In no time, Valentina was also fast asleep too.
***
Down the hallway, Isadora's feet tapped restlessly against the floor, as she waited for the person she was calling to pick up.
When they eventually did, she shot straight to the point.
"It's happening again. You have to help me. I think I'm going to do something bad if you don't. Please help me," she begged, a tear rolling down her eyes.
