The Return of My First Love novel Chapter 75

Emily

The days after Domenico's heart attack were somber. Thank God, he survived, but the air in the mansion had never been darker than it had been these days. It was like every bit of joy had been sucked out of its walls.

Domenico had been glued to his bed, with a doctor by his side—but he was doing better. It was crazy to think that one image had pushed him over the edge, leading to a heart attack.

"Why is it taking so long?" Alessio huffed, leaning against the wall as we waited in front of Domenico's room.

He had specifically asked for both of us, and said it was important. If it was only Alessio, I could understand—but now that I was in it, I began to fear the worst.

It couldn't be something small.

Maybe he would tell us that the doctor had found something, and he was terminally ill.

Maybe he would blame me for his heart attack and tell me it wouldn't have happened if I hadn't dropped that picture.

Or maybe he would blame me for everything because everything seEmilyed to go downhill since I stepped foot inside this mansion.

"Are you okay?" Alessio broke through my thoughts.

"I'm fine."

"Then why are you biting your lips?"

I smiled. "Because you're too damn sexy," I spoke teasingly.

Alessio smiled back, shaking his head. Ever since Domenico's heart attack, he had changed a little. He had turned a bit colder, but not specifically toward me, just in general.

It was like he was plotting revenge in his mind, every second, and I knew that because he had made it clear to me when his dad was in the hospital.

My mind drifted back to those rough words he spoke to me back then.

‘I don't ever want to fight you again—but when I get my hands on that fucker and cut him into pieces, I better not hear a word from you.'

The way he had said it sounded so terrifying, I didn't even try to disagree. I understood where he was coming from, I really did.

Jason was dangerous, a threat not just to me but to everyone he cared about.

He was a nightmare I had already experienced before, yet, I couldn't forget that he was also Naty's father. I didn't want him around her because he wasn't good to her, but years from now, I didn't want to tell my daughter that her stepfather slaughtered her birth father in some crazy mafia war.

That was insane.

Feeling Emilybarrassed about bringing Jason into their lives was an understatEmilyent. Despite everything, no one in the Fanucci family blamed me for the chaos.

Nothing much on Gian, but that was something I didn't want to think about.

Other than that, if there were any looks of judgment or whispers, they had never reached me.

As time went by, the family doctor left the room with a calm expression. "You can go in now," he spoke.

"Thank you," Alessio said, grabbing my hand as we entered the room.

Domenico was in bed with the sheets neatly tucked around him. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, and a kind smile was plastered on his face.

"I'll go find thEmily downstairs," Giulia, who was by his side as always, whispered as she tucked him in one last time. Then she got up and walked over to Alessio with a gentle smile.

"Mom," he greeted her.

"Son," she mocked him with a chuckle. She rested her hands on his cheeks and kissed him on the head. "Sometimes I wish all of you were little again," she looked at him the same way I looked at Naty. I could sense there was some kind of meaning behind her words.

"Take care of him," she gestured to Domenico, and then she quietly left the room.

Domenico beckoned us closer with a wave of his hand. It wasn't as weak as it had been the first day. He looked happier, more powerful.