All Chapters of A Wife For Nico Vescari: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

~NICO~The morning of the burial did not feel like morning. It felt like something suspended in time, like the world had decided to keep moving while refusing to acknowledge what had happened inside it.I had not slept.There was no version of sleep that made sense after what we found in that warehouse. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her again. Not as she was supposed to be remembered, not the version of Sienna that used to argue with me over nothing, but the stillness we were forced to accept when everything stopped being fixable.The house was already full when I came downstairs.Too many people. Too many voices kept low out of respect that did nothing to reduce the noise in my head. Men I recognized, men I did not. Allies. Enemies pretending to be allies. Everyone came to look at loss like it was a shared currency.Cake was by the staircase when I saw her.She looked different in black. Not because she wore grief like the rest of them, but because she was holding herself togeth

~CAKE~Elianna’s house felt quieter than usual, even with three people inside it. The rain outside had been falling since morning, tapping against the windows like it had nowhere else to go. I had decided that even the sky was grieving at this point. Everything had been raining since Sienna’s burial, like the world couldn’t decide when to stop acting like it had lost something.I sat curled into the corner of Elianna’s couch with a blanket draped over my legs, even though I wasn’t cold. It was more for something to hold onto than anything practical. The BMW was parked outside, the one Nico had given me for my birthday a month ago, before everything had started to tilt in a direction none of us could control anymore. I still wasn’t used to driving it properly, but Ignacio had been patient with me in a way I didn’t deserve, and now I could at least get myself from point A to emotional chaos without crashing.Elianna came out of the kitchen first, balancing two glasses of juice like s

~NICO~I found her in our room.The door was half open, in an angle that told me she had come in here with purpose and no patience for anything else. I stopped in the doorway before stepping in fully, watching her move across the space like she was trying to erase herself from it.A bag sat open on the bed.Clothes were already folded inside it. Not neatly. Not messily either. The kind of packing that happens when someone is done thinking and has started acting instead. She went back to the wardrobe without looking at me, pulling hangers apart, taking things out one by one.My first thought was simple, almost irritatingly calm.She’s leaving.I didn’t move right away. I stayed where I was, eyes tracking her hands as she worked through drawers and hangers like I wasn’t even in the room. That silence between us wasn’t new anymore. It had started days ago, maybe longer, and I had let it stretch because every time I tried to fix anything outside the war we were fighting, something else br

~NICO~“Your wife is pregnant,” he said. “And I reviewed her bloodwork. There’s an abnormal finding—something sitting near the uterine lining. It’s small, but it’s positioned in a way that increases the risk of miscarriage if left untreated.”“And if it progresses, it could affect future pregnancies as well. She needs a procedure. Soon.”“I’ll get her to you,” I said finally. “Send everything.”I ended the call before he could say anything else. The phone landed on the passenger seat harder than I intended.For a moment, I just stared at it.Pregnant.The word didn’t sit right in my head. Not because I didn’t understand it, but because it didn’t align with anything she had told me. Or rather, what she had chosen not to tell me.My hand tightened once around the steering wheel before I reached for the radio.“Hold position,” I said. “The second vehicle stays put.”There was a short confirmation through the line.I cut across the convoy without waiting for a response, taking the turn th

~NICO~Javier arrived with his men just as the flames started licking at the walls. He got us out fast, pulling Cake from my arms and loading her into one of the waiting cars while I covered them. The ride to Gustavo’s private clinic passed in a blur of blood and sirens. I held her the entire way, her head against my chest, her breathing too shallow. Enzo sat across from me, bleeding.Gustavo met us at the back entrance. He took one look at Cake and started shouting orders. They rushed her into surgery. I stood in the hallway with blood on my hands and watched the doors close behind her. Enzo dropped into a chair, leg stretched out while one of Gustavo’s people worked on the gunshot. I stayed on my feet.The wait stretched. I leaned against the wall, eyes fixed on those doors. My mind kept replaying the warehouse. Cake curled around her stomach trying to protect our child from boots and fists. I had failed them both.When Gustavo finally came out, his face told me everything before he