AllFreeNovel
Share Us
‘I give breast to both my sons,’ she snapped again.
‘Vaffanculo!Just becauseyoudid, it doesn’t mean every woman has to. It’s a personal choice and you should have respected my wishes. It’s not me who is lazy or selfish.Youare the selfish one. You want to keep Lorenzo trapped in this town forever just because you have no friends and no life. If you loved him as much as you say you do, you’d let him go. Let him live his own life and be happy. And anyway, shouldn’t you be checking on your house? It’d be very awkward if Lorenzo stopped by there later and heard that you hadn’t even been. Maybe then he’d start to wonder whether you were trying to delay things so you could stay here longer…’
Her face dropped. She’d been rumbled. Judging by the limited damage that Lorenzo had described, that house should have been fixed and ready for her to move back into ages ago. But Marta was clearly stalling. Some part of me even wondered if she had started the fire deliberately. That would be low, even for her.
‘Puttana,’ she spat, turning on her heels and leaving the room.
‘Baciami il culo!’ I shouted back, telling her to kiss my arse. The front door slammed. I rushed to the kitchen and looked out the window to check she’d really gone. I saw her walking towards the town centre, so the coast should be clear.
How dare she call me a whore.Twice.Geli was right to teach us those Italian swear words. I had been quite restrained. There were loads more insults I’d remembered and would have like to have used, but I’d stopped myself. She wasn’t worth it.
Gosh. If only Lorenzo had come home early and heard her outburst. In English no less. Then he’d be able to see what she wasreallylike. See for himself that his precious mamma reallydidhate me. I’d always suspected she thought I wasn’t good enough and that she would have preferred Lorenzo to have shacked up with a good Italian woman. But now she’d confirmed it. It had come straight from the horse’s mouth.
Trouble was, without any witnesses, it was just her word against mine. I couldn’t prove it. Wish I’d known she was going to turn up at that time. Bollocks.
Anyway, there was no telling when she was coming back. Could be any minute now as she must have returned to pick up something. Either she’d come to get whatever she’d forgotten, or she had no intention of really going. I didn’t want another run-in, because if she pushed my buttons again, I might not be able to control myself, so I needed to pack as quickly as possible.
As I walked back into the room, I spotted my phone. It was still on top of the drawers.
Hold on.
I just remembered. When Marta had come in, I’d been speaking to Geli. No, I hadn’t beenspeakingto Geli. I’d beenrecording a messageto Geli.
Recording.
I rushed over to the phone and looked down on the screen.
It was still running.
Holy shit.
That meant there was a good chance it had caught my conversation. Theentireconversation with Marta. Where she’d called me lazy, selfish and a whore, not once but twice. Revealed that she wanted someone better for Lorenzo than me. That she had him under her thumb and he would never leave her. Where she’d pretty much confirmed she had lied to Lorenzo about there being a mix-up with the milk bottles.
The voice note would have captured every single word.
I had my proof.
Marta would finally get what was coming to her.
