Backup Girl No More: Adios To My V-Card and My First Love

Chapter 2 The nausea hit me like a tidal wave .

When Lorenzo rushed over , all I could smell was Isabellas signature perfume a custom French fragrance hed commissioned just for her at some obscene price .

The scent made my stomach lurch .

I shoved him away , still playing my part as the blind wife as I groped my way to the bathroom .

My body knew what my heart couldnt accept .

Kneeling on the cold tile floor , I heaved into the toilet .

When the nausea subsided , something in the trash caught my eye a pregnancy test with two unmistakable pink lines .

It stared back at me , a cruel reminder of my own hollow marriage .

I couldnt even cry .

The pain had gone beyond tears .

Lorenzo hadnt touched me in the six months since I lost my sight .

Now I knew why hed been busy getting his assistant pregnant .

Baby , whats wrong ? His voice cracked with panic as he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind .

His hands trembled against my skin , desperately clinging as if I might disappear .

The same hands that had just explored every inch of Isabellas body .

God , Lorenzo , you deserve an Oscar for this performance .

I pulled away , creating a chasm between us .

Just stomach issues .

Everything I eat seems to come back up .

When had I become such a convincing liar ? I used to hate liars with a passion .

Now look at me Id become one .

My words sent him into overdrive .

Mr.

Germaphobe suddenly didnt care about the mess as he pulled me close again .

Im so sorry .

Ive been buried in work , leaving you alone for meals , not taking care of you properly .

This is all my fault .

He cradled my face like I was made of glass , his forehead creased with what looked like genuine concern .

Back in our bedroom , he reached for my clothes to help me change a routine since Id lost my sight .

This time , I stopped him .

For the first time in our marriage , I dressed myself .

The momentary flash of panic in his eyes was almost worth it .

As I lay in bed , he fussed with the covers like a mother hen .

Are you mad at me ? For being absent ? Tomorrows your birthday Ill clear my schedule , spend the whole day with you .

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The great Lorenzo Visconti , the shark of Wall Street who made grown men tremble , reduced to this simpering act .

Was it a blessing or a curse to witness this side of him ? Just as sleep began to pull me under , his phone vibrated .

Thinking I was out , he answered after checking my stillness .

You savage , you destroyed my La Perla set .

Get up here and bring me a new one .

Now .

On my way , he whispered , brushing my cheek with false tenderness before slipping away .

I gripped the Egyptian cotton sheets until my knuckles went white , tears finally breaking through my defenses .

So Isabella hadnt left ? Was she living here , treating my blindness like some cosmic joke ? Seven days , I reminded myself .

Seven days until Id be gone , cutting every tie with Lorenzo Visconti .

Seven days until freedom .