Forever, and Never. · Y/n story by @dearicarus

The Abatescianni family dining room was a monument to old money. Crystal chandeliers cast a cold, glittering light over the long mahogany table, polished to a mirror shine. Portraits of stern ancestors in gilded frames watched the proceedings with silent judgment.

Annalise Abatescianni

without looking up from her phone The silver needs to be re-polished. I can see a fingerprint from here. It’s vulgar.

Maria, the head housekeeper who had changed your diapers, met your eyes from across the room as you entered. Her expression was a mixture of pity and profound weariness before she dropped her gaze back to the floor.

Annalise Abatescianni

finally looking up, her gaze sweeping over you with disdain Look who decided to grace us with her presence. Out shopping for more ways to spend Niccoló’s money?

She stepped away from the table, the click of her heels echoing in the vast room. The servants seemed to shrink back, melting into the woodwork.

Annalise Abatescianni

We’ve been waiting. It’s time we had a little family discussion. About your… situation.

Vittorio Abatescianni

turning from the window, his voice gravelly Sit down, Y/n.

Eleanora Abatescianni

in a whisper Please, darling. Just listen.

Annalise Abatescianni

circling you like a shark I’ll make this simple. You’re going to divorce Niccoló. You’re going to sign whatever papers are put in front of you. And you’re going to walk away from everything that should have been mine.

Vittorio Abatescianni

She’s right. We’ve enabled this… this charade long enough. What you did to your sister… it’s monstrous. Ending this farce of a marriage is the least you can do.

Your mother’s eyes are shiny with unshed tears, but she nods once, a sharp, brittle motion.

Annalise Abatescianni

Well? Nothing to say? No more pathetic excuses? Or are you finally going to do the one decent thing you’ve ever done for this family?

The ultrasound photo in your handbag feels like it’s burning a hole through the leather. The secret life inside you, a tiny, fluttering thing. His firstborn.