My Forbidden Love

Chapter 91

5 years later.

Olivia's pov:

As I walk down the street towards the little Italian kindergarten, the whisper start around me , as they always do.

I listen to all of them, a big golden retriever padding at my heels.

"Is that her?"

"Yes, that's the one - I heard she was her husband's mistress before he married her - that she killed his wife."

"No That's not it - she was married to his son first . Turned the son gay, I heard -"

"I heard she killed her parents to get their money, so he'd marry her, because his first wife was penniless and he went broke at strip club. They've got gold buried beneath that vineyard of theirs - American gold."

I smirk to myself, because it's all old news to me now. This happens to me pretty much everyday.

All the Italian women in the town speculating about how me, the American girl, landed my gorgeous older husband.

Of course, they wouldn't say a damn word of they knew that I speak Italian now.
Which is why I don't tell them.

I let them whisper what they want to whisper, and I play the naive little American wife.

And in exchange I know everything they wouldn't want me to know.

I tell Kent all of it, usually while he cooks dinner in my little seaside villa - which I brought shortly after Dominic's baptism.

A growl slides from Titus as a man accidentally steps too close on the sidewalk. I glance down, grinning, to see my dog's teeth bared.

"Mi scusi!"

The man's eyes wide and he quickly moves away from me.

I just smile at him and wave hello as if I don't know what happened. But when he's passed me, I drop my hand to Titus's head.

"I see Kent has you well trained. I guess that's why he always wants me to take you with me when I leave the house."

The dog seats himself just outside the gate to Dominic's kindergarten as I step through.

I nod warmly to the other mothers that stand there, also waiting. Some of them call hellos to me in Italian and English. 

My face breaks into a huge smile as my eyes fix on Dominic who comes running with a big grin on his face.

"Mama!"

I laugh and crouch, grabbing my boy up into my arms and spinning him around just as soon as he comes near.

"Mama, we did so many paintings today! I wanted to bring them home, but the teacher - she said they are too wet."

"Probably a good idea."

I balance my baby on my hip. Or, well, he's not my little baby anymore, is he?
But no - he's growing up so fast and i can't imagine my baby boy growing up, I want him to remain my small baby forever.

I brush his curls out of his face as he continues to talk to me.

"That is true. Papa - he will not like wet paint in the house."