All Chapters of From Ex-wife to his Uncle's Obsession : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

(Author’s POV) Vincenzo was in his office when Celeste Moretti’s leave request came through. He read it, set it aside, and said nothing. A few minutes later, his phone rang. Matteo, calling from Seoul. “Sir, we’ve finalized things with the donor on the Korean Bone Marrow Registry side. We’re at the gate now, about to board. Do you want to tell Ms. Celeste yourself, or should we contact the hospital directly?” Vincenzo checked the time. “When you land, go straight to the hospital,” he said. “Tell the attending physician that a match was identified through the latest update to the donor registry database. Let him be the one to tell her.” “Understood.” Matteo hung up and turned to the donor standing behind him, a taciturn gentleman. “We’re ready to board now. Thank you for your patience.” The donor nodded and followed him toward the gate. Matteo had been with Vincenzo for five years. He had watched him dismantle companies, outmaneuver rivals, and make decisions that left entire

(Celeste’s POV) Saturday finally came. Luca was somehow the calmest person in the entire hospital. By the time we arrived, he was already dressed in his hospital gown, looking far too relaxed for someone about to undergo transplant surgery. He glanced at Lavinia, who had been clutching her handbag since six that morning and pacing nonstop, before turning to me. “You two seriously need to relax,” he said. “Don’t tell me to relax,” Lavinia snapped immediately. Luca laughed softly. “I’m fine. I feel good.” He glanced toward the double doors at the end of the corridor. “I’m going to walk out of there afterward, eat the biggest burger I can find, go back to school, and everything’s going to be normal again.” “Luca…” “I promise.” His eyes shifted to me. “I promise, Celeste.” At ten o’clock sharp, the orderlies arrived to take him. He waved at us casually over his shoulder as they rolled him through the surgical doors, completely unbothered, like he was heading somewhere ordinary

(Author’s POV) Adelina had been waiting ten days for Celeste’s call. She had been so certain of it. The agreement had been airtight. Celeste surrenders her claim to the marital assets, and Tiziana cooperates with the bone marrow donation to save Luca. Adelina had gone to the hospital herself, laid it out plainly, given Celeste every opportunity to do the sensible thing. And then she had waited. Nothing. Not a word. Not a single message. By the fifth day, Adelina had started telling herself that Celeste was cold. Calculating. The kind of woman who would let her own brother suffer rather than give up money she had not earned. By the tenth day, she had run out of charitable interpretations entirely. That evening, she sat at the dining table and watched Tiziana ladle soup into Stefano’s bowl with quiet, practiced care. The gesture was tender. Domestic. It soothed something in Adelina, the picture of it. Her son being looked after properly, finally, by someone who understood what tha

Celeste's POV I rolled my eyes internally. He was my boss. He was my landlord. There was absolutely nothing I could do. Vincenzo glanced at his watch with the ease of someone who had nowhere urgent to be and turned to Lavinia with a relaxed smile. “It’s been a pleasure, Mrs. Moretti. I’m sorry for the intrusion.” Lavinia opened her mouth to protest, but he was already looking past her toward Luca on the couch. “Congratulations on getting out of the hospital,” he said. “Take it easy for a few days.” Luca said a flat, “Thanks,” and went back to his phone. Lavinia’s reaction was something else entirely. She lit up like someone had plugged her in. She followed Vincenzo all the way to the door, then leaned out into the hallway after him, calling after his retreating figure that he was welcome anytime, that there was always food, that he really must come back soon. I stood beside her and watched this unfold with a feeling I could not name. I reached over and hooked my hand aroun

(Author’s POV) It took Alessia three days to find her. The first lead came from a receptionist at a mid sized biotech company in the financial district, Aetheris Biotech. The woman behind the front desk studied the reconstructed image for a long moment before nodding slowly. “I recognize her,” she said. “She used to work in the secretarial department, but she left some time ago. Her employee records were removed from the system.” Alessia pressed for a name. The receptionist hesitated briefly before answering. “Celeste.” With a name, everything else followed quickly. A handful of calls, a search through professional directories, and Alessia eventually traced her to the research division of Vitale Group International, where she was now officially listed as a researcher. That evening, when Alessia reported back, Joyce Romano sat in silence for several moments. A researcher at Vitale Group International. Not a secretary anymore. A scientist. And she had performed C