Chapter 7 Three Months of Forever
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The first morning after their wedding felt almost unreal to Isabella.
For a few quiet seconds, she remained still under the soft blankets, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling above her.
Then she remembered.
She wasn’t in her small apartment anymore.
She was in Lorenzo’s penthouse.
No.
Not Lorenzo’s.
Theirs.
A warm arm wrapped around her waist suddenly tightened slightly, pulling her closer.
Isabella smiled.
Lorenzo.
She slowly turned her head and looked at him.
Even while sleeping, Lorenzo De Luca looked intimidating. His dark hair was slightly messy, and his expression remained serious, as if he were still thinking about something important even in his dreams.
Isabella studied him for a moment before whispering softly,
“My husband.”
The word still felt strange.
But it also felt right.
She carefully tried to slip out of his arms without waking him.
Before she could move more than a few inches, Lorenzo spoke in a sleepy voice.
“Where are you going?”
Isabella froze.
“I thought you were asleep.”
“I was.”
“Then how did you know I moved?”
His eyes slowly opened.
“Because you always move when you’re trying to escape.”
She laughed quietly.
“I’m not escaping. I was going to make breakfast.”
“You don’t need to.”
“But I want to.”
Lorenzo sighed softly before finally releasing her.
“Fine.”
She leaned down and kissed his cheek gently.
“Go back to sleep.”
For a moment, Lorenzo simply watched her walk toward the kitchen.
Something about that small domestic moment felt strangely peaceful.
For most of his life, Lorenzo had woken up to silence.
Cold rooms.
Empty spaces.
Now there was the sound of Isabella humming softly in the kitchen.
And he realized something.
He liked it.
More than he expected.
Three weeks into their marriage, Isabella had slowly begun adjusting to life in Lorenzo’s world.
The penthouse was enormous compared to her old apartment.
At first, she kept getting lost.
One afternoon, Lorenzo came home earlier than expected.
“Isabella?”
No answer.
He frowned slightly and walked deeper into the penthouse.
“Isabella?”
Finally he found her standing in the middle of the hallway looking confused.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
She turned toward him with a slightly embarrassed expression.
“I was trying to find the library.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“The library?”
“Yes.”
“You’ve been here for three weeks.”
“And the house has too many doors!”
Lorenzo shook his head, amused.
“Come with me.”
He gently took her hand and guided her down the hallway.
When they reached the library, Isabella’s eyes widened with excitement.
Shelves filled with hundreds of books surrounded the room.
“This is incredible,” she whispered.
“You like it?”
“I love it.”
She turned toward him suddenly and hugged him tightly.
“Thank you.”
Lorenzo wrapped his arms around her automatically.
“You’re thanking me for a room that already existed.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because you shared it with me.”
The sincerity in her voice made his chest tighten slightly.
Isabella had a way of turning ordinary things into meaningful moments.
The second month of their marriage brought another change.
Isabella started visiting Lorenzo’s office sometimes.
His employees were initially terrified of her.
Not because she was scary.
But because she was Lorenzo De Luca’s wife.
One afternoon, Isabella walked into his office carrying a small bag.
Lorenzo looked up from his desk.
“You’re here again.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
She placed the bag on his desk.
“Lunch.”
“You didn’t have to come all the way here for that.”
“I know.”
“Then why did you?”
She crossed her arms.
“Because you skipped lunch yesterday.”
Lorenzo leaned back in his chair.
“You’re monitoring my eating habits now?”
“Yes.”
“That sounds dangerous.”
She smiled sweetly.
“You married me.”
He almost laughed.
After a moment, he stood up and walked around the desk.
“You’re becoming very bold.”
“Marriage does that.”
“Apparently.”
Then he kissed her softly.
His secretary, who had just opened the office door, immediately closed it again.
By the third month, their marriage felt comfortable.
Natural.
Like they had been living together forever.
One evening, they were sitting on the couch watching television.
Or rather, Isabella was watching television.
Lorenzo was pretending to watch while actually reading documents on his tablet.
“Lorenzo.”
“Yes?”
“You’re not paying attention.”
“I am.”
“What just happened in the show?”
“The… main character did something emotional.”
She grabbed the tablet from his hands.
“Hey!”
“No work tonight.”
“I have responsibilities.”
“You also have a wife.”
He looked at her for a moment.
“You’re very persuasive.”
“I know.”
He set the tablet aside and leaned back against the couch.
Satisfied, Isabella rested her head on his shoulder.
After a few minutes, she spoke quietly.
“Lorenzo?”
“Yes?”
“Are you happy?”
The question surprised him slightly.
“Yes,” he answered honestly.
“Really?”
“Yes.”
She smiled softly.
“Me too.”
Neither of them noticed the subtle tension in Lorenzo’s phone lying on the table.
The screen lit up briefly with a new message notification.
But neither of them saw it.
Because they were too busy enjoying the quiet peace of their life together.
Three months of happiness.
Three months of believing their love was unbreakable.
Three months before the past returned to destroy everything.
And when it did…
Lorenzo would make the biggest mistake of his life.
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