I Was His Precious Until She Came Back Chapter 05
I smiled, lifted my chin proudly, and said:
“See? I’m not completely stupid.”
My mind was slow, but I was very good at recognizing pain I had already survived once.
My brothers had once spent half a night telling me how pitiful Clara was.
I did not understand what it meant and only felt happy that my familiar brothers had returned.
The next day, however, I was the only person left at the estate.
The servants’ pity was how I finally learned that my brothers had left on a vacation with Clara.
I could not remember whether I cried.
I only remembered that similar things happened more often afterward.
I became accustomed to living by myself in the enormous, silent estate for the three of them to
return.
So Matteo did not need to worry.
Lucia was slow, but once loneliness became familiar, she could endure it
In the days that followed, I adjusted.
I grew used to a third person living in Matteo’s house.
I grew used to sleeping alone in the guest room.
I grew used to apologizing to Amelia several times a day.
very
well.
One day, Matteo took me to a strange courthouse, where a judge approved paperwork I barely understood and formally ended our marriage.
I moved out of the estate where I had lived for six years and quickly adjusted to being alone.
I tried to leave him before, but Matteo always refused.
He bought me more expensive gifts than I could ever use and transferred large sums into my
account.
He said the outside world was dangerous, I needed protection, and he could not live without me.
He told endless stories about kidnappers, murderers, and cruel strangers that frightened me so
badly I no longer wanted to go out.
Perhaps my earlier illness had never passed, because the nausea steadily worsened.
My brothers and Matteo had told me countless times to find a doctor whenever I felt sick.
The new apartment had no private physician, so I had to seek medical care myself.
But I was too slow to find the hospital.
I wandered from daylight into darkness, turning down one unfamiliar street after another until stars filled the sky.
I used to fear the dark, but my brothers had pointed at the stars and called themselves my guardians.
Matteo once pointed at the silver crescent and called Lucia the moon that lit his world.
After that, I learned to love the night because my brothers’ stars and Matteo’s moon were always waiting above me.
The pain in my stomach became unbearable, and I crouched on the sidewalk with a pale face.
I looked up, searching for the two familiar guardian stars.
I kept scanning the dark sky, just as I had searched for the hospital.
But I could not find the stars that were supposed to protect me.
Even the moon seemed hidden behind the clouds.
I vomited blood.
A gleaming car stopped beside me.
Then I heard a familiar voice, trembling as it whispered, “Lucia…”
My eyes widened, and I slowly turned toward two familiar faces.
My brothers.
At that moment, another familiar voice called from somewhere behind me:
“Lucia! Lucia, where are you?”
It was Matteo.
