The Temporary Wife: Chapter 64
The Temporary Wife: Luca and Valentina’s Story
Valentina holds my hand tightly as we walk into her motherâs house. Iâve been here so many times now, yet it feels different this time. I feel like a fucking failure, an embarrassment. Despite that, my mother-in-law smiles when she sees me.
âYouâre home,â she tells me, not even a hint of judgement in her gaze. Perhaps she hasnât heard about what happened yet. âHave you eaten? Come sit.â
She takes us into the living room, and I sit down quietly, unsure of what to say. When Valentina told me to come home with her instead of wasting money at a hotel, it made sense, and I agreed with her. But I regret it now. I donât want to intrude, and no doubt this wonât make her mother look favorably on me.
âRelax, Luca,â Mom says. âThis is your home too. Technically, itâs Valâs, since she paid it off entirely all by herself. You donât need to look so guilty. Youâll always be welcome here.â
âI⦠we⦠we wonât intrude for long,â I promise her. âIt wonât take me long to find a new job.â My hand wraps around Valentinaâs, and she squeezes reassuringly.
âIâm worried about you two,â she says, before glancing at my wife. âI really like you, Luca, but that wasnât always the case. When you first got married, I was worried that youâd lead my daughter down the same path I walked. To have you sitting here, the circumstances so similar to back then⦠it really worries me. I know you love Val, but love often isnât enough. The only reason I have some faith in you is because youâve essentially already been living here for weeks, and you never seemed bothered by the things that Miguel used to despise. Iâve seen you do the dishes and tidy the house, and you always clean up after yourself too. You seem like youâll be fine without the luxuries that have surrounded you all your life, but for how long? How long until you start to resent my daughter for everything you lost? How long until you realize how hard youâll have to work? This is the same situation that changed the man I thought I knew.â
âMom,â Valentina murmurs, but I squeeze her hand and shake my head.
âI understand your concerns,â I tell her. âBut I have full faith that Iâll prove you wrong. From the moment I lost my parents, Iâve been asked to prove my worth. Iâve had to step up and earn everything I have. Even at work, Valentina and I both started at the bottom and worked our way up. We did that once, and we can do it again. We make for a great team, and I firmly believe thereâs nothing we canât get through together.â
My words may sound confident, but deep down, Iâm worried Iâll let both of them down. The last thing I want to do is make my wife suffer. The mere thought of being unable to provide for her kills me. She needs more rest, not more worries. I want to give her time to properly grieve, yet here she is, dressed for battle on my behalf. She shouldnât be looking for jobs right now, and I donât want her worrying about me, but what can I do? I feel like Iâm failing her, but Iâm so selfish that I canât let her go.
âWeâll be fine, Mom,â Valentina says. âI promise. Donât worry about us, okay? Luca is nothing like Dad. You see that, donât you?â
âI do,â she admits, and thatâs enough for me. Itâs all I can really ask for. The rest, Iâll have to prove to her. Iâm nothing like Miguel at all. Thereâs a lot to be said about my grandmother, but she ensured we didnât grow up spoiled and entitled. We all had to work hard for everything weâve got, and itâs equipped us with the necessary skills to make it anywhere.
Valentina holds my hand as we head up to her bedroom, everything around me feeling brand new. The door closes behind us, and I stare at her bed for a moment, my heart wrenching.
I want real happiness, and youâll never be able to give me that, Luca.
Thatâs more true now than it was then. Did she come find me because she pitied me? Did she feel like she owed me for anything?
âPlease donât do that,â she whispers, and I glance at her, my heart aching. âDonât look so heartbroken, Luca.â
I gently cup her face and sigh. âNow is your chance,â I murmur. âIf I truly donât make you happy, now is your chance to walk away. I have nothing to offer you, Valentina. I wonât ever hold it against you, and I canât force you to stay. The last thing I want to do is drag you down with me.â
She shakes her head and grabs my hands. âI told you, right? Iâm never letting you go again, no matter how selfish it may be. I wonât tell you that Iâm not scared, or that I feel completely better, because that isnât true. My insecurities still plague me, and I canât guarantee I wonât say something that will upset you. When things get bad, I may continue to push you away, and I may say things I donât mean. Will you allow me to hold on to you despite that? If I promise to work on being better, will you stay by my side?â
My heart skips a beat as I drop my forehead to hers. âNothing you could do or say will ever make me leave you, Valentina. You are, without a doubt, the love of my life. You are the single best thing that has ever happened to me. When I married you, itâs all versions of you I signed up for. The good, the bad, the occasional crazy. I never just wanted your very best. I want it all, baby.â
Her arms wrap around me, and she hugs me tightly. âWeâre going to be fine, arenât we?â
âYes,â I murmur as I lean in to kiss her. âWeâre going to do what we do best, Valentina. Weâre going to fight. For us, and for the future we know we can have.â