Page 79 of The Bonus

The problem is, I know him. Better than he knows himself, and I can bet my life on it that he is in shock right now. But when he recovers and gets himself together…

God help me.

The adult thing to do would be to call him and organize to meet.

And then do what?

Beg him not to take them from me.

Gabriel Ferrara is a powerful man; I know exactly what he is capable of.

He’s going to be furious.

Maybe he already has a wife and other children of his own? Maybe he won’t want anything to do with Lucy and Dom. Maybe they are just a blip on his radar.

Then why did he come?

Why did he just show up here unannounced if he didn’t have an agenda?

He knew… The moment I saw him, I could tell that he knew.

I keep seeing the animosity on his face, the sheer disgust at what I’ve done.

And who could blame him?

I’m disgusted in myself that I never told him that he fathered my children, regretted it from the day they were born, but in all honesty, how could I have done it any differently?

How could I have told him that I have not one but two children of his when he already told me that he wanted nothing to do with me? He said that we could never be together and that he only wanted an Italian wife and to have Italian children.

This was never in my plan either…I am the victim here…not him.

He had his fun and left without a care in the world. He’s been living the high life and I had two little babies while nursing a broken heart.

It’s been hard.

My stomach twists in my chest. I’ve purposely never looked him up because I didn’t want to know how wonderful his life was going.

But I have to know what I’m up against here, I enter into Google:

Gabriel Ferrara wife

My heart beats in my chest as I wait for the answer.

Gabriel Ferrara engaged to Ariana Rossi.

I search her name and click on images.

My stomach twists, picture after picture of the most beautiful Italian woman you have ever seen.

Long dark hair, perfect olive complexion, a figure to die for and looking like she’s just stepped off a runway. She’s everything that I’m not.

Not that I care, I hate him.

I’m so infuriated with myself that I wasted all those years working for him while pining for a man who didn’t even know I existed.

What the hell was I thinking?

I hate what he did to me, but damn it, I hate that I’m now the one feeling guilty as if I’ve done something wrong.

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