Virginity in second marriages by Angela

Having finished the beautiful family picture, Cristian added, "My wife was seriously injured this time, I am not willing to pretend anything."

Francesco Rossi at these words was even angrier. What about him then? His wife was in the emergency room, and still nothing was known about her condition! Just then the emergency room doors opened and a doctor came out. "Who are Geneva's relatives?"

No one answered.

"No relatives of Ginevra Cassano?" demanded the doctor, wrinkling his forehead.

Francis suddenly recovered and stepped forward, "Doctor, I am Ginevra's husband."

"Sir, your wife has a severe hemorrhage and there is a need to deliver the baby early. Please put a signature on the consent sheet for the operation."

Francis at these words opened his eyes wide, "Deliver him early? But...won't that be dangerous for the health of the baby?"

"Sir, at the moment we don't even know if there might be complications during delivery. In any case, we will do everything we can. Please sign the paper, there is not a minute to lose."

Francis then, with both hands trembling, took out a pen and signed the paper.

Then, suddenly, he added in a heavy tone, "Doctor, if I may...I have a prayer for you!"

"Tell me," replied the doctor, squaring him quickly with his gaze.

Francis took his head in his hands, as if he was about to make an important decision, "If there is danger for both of you, I hope that...you can think of the baby first!"

The doctor was speechless, as was Serena, who opened her eyes wide, as if she could not believe what she had just heard.

Francesco Rossi had...prayed to save mainly the baby. What about the child's mother? Did he not need the mother anymore?

Serena now, seeing the man with whom she had spent two years of her life, suddenly felt her blood chill. In two years she had never understood this man, of how he was philandering, lacking in feelings and morals, and how...he was perverse.

Suddenly Serena began to feel sorry for Guinevere: based on what she was saying in fact, Guinevere was probably just another poor girl who had been teased by him. Instead, the source of all evil was Francis.

Unable to contain herself, Serena lashed out at him, "Francesco, what kind of person are you?"

Francis then, turned around throwing her a look, "Mind your own business. Are you still pretending that this Geneva thing in the emergency room has nothing to do with you?"

"You think you know better than me why she came looking for me?" replied Serena with a bitter smile.

At these words Francis immediately felt guilty, withdrew his neck a little and then, turning to the doctor, said, "Doctor, please do as I told you."

The doctor unexpectedly refused, however: "Sir, our hospital has ethics. In case of danger to the mother and baby, we always give priority to the mother."

"What?" asked Francis frowning, "What does that mean? What does ethics mean? This is our right, what does it have to do with you?"

The doctor, however, tired of answering him, turned and quickly entered the operating room, closing the door behind him. Francis would have liked to enter with him, but a nurse promptly intervened, "Excuse me sir, we are in an emergency room, please keep the noise down."

Francis, increasingly angry, shouted pointing to the operating room, "What do you mean you tacitly give priority to the mother and not the son? I want to give priority to my son, do you hear? What do I do with the mother? I want to safeguard my son, my heir!"

The nurse faced with a chauvinist like him, she wanted to punch him directly, but her high professionalism restrained her, but she still could not restrain herself from commenting piercingly, "Are you by any chance heirs of any royal house?"

"What are you saying?" asked Francis astonished.

"If you are not heirs of any royal house, can't he think about his son later? Does he have to safeguard his succession now? I bet if it wasn't a boy then, he wouldn't even want it, would he?" The nurse's words were very direct and struck at the heart of Francis, whose face quickly changed color from green to white until, enraged, he turned to her, "You, you...."

"She's right," said Luca Russo, standing between Francis and the nurse, "You, this big man, don't even care about your wife, and you even have the nerve to talk like that. What woman would be willing to marry you in the future? And you even manage to talk about heirs. But why, in your house is there all this wealth?"

Seeing Luca Russo boldly advancing, the nurse's eyes sparkled. While Serena, at their side, watched the whole scene in silence, merely shaking her head: never would she have imagined that Francis was such a person.

"You're wondering how in the past you could have been blind enough to be with such a person, aren't you?"

A low voice rang in Serena's ear, who, at these words, came back to herself, realizing only then that she was still leaning against Cristian's chest.

"Yes, I really have the wrong person," said Serena closing her eyes for a moment.

She had never realized that Cristian was like that. So she moistened her lips slightly, and said in a low voice, "Now leave me. And thank you for before."

Cristian did not let her go, however, and, hinting at a smile, said, "If you want to thank me, you'll have to do something concrete."

"What?"

Serena then looked up to try to understand his intentions, and it was only at this moment, thanks to the closeness of the two of them, that Cristian noticed that the delicate skin of Serena's face also had severa wounds: if scars were left afterwards, how would he do it?

Cristian reached out and gently ran his fingers over Serena's wounds as his gaze grew sterner and sterner: "I will make her pay. But now you have to dress your wounds."

"No!" cried Serena, shaking her head. "You heard yourself that the doctor is operating under life or death conditions. I have to stay here and see how it goes."

"Luca is here to check the situation, are you afraid he won't come to know how it went?"

Serena kept silent.

At the end of the day, she was right: if Luca was there to check it out, she could trust him.

"However..." and while she continued to hesitate, Cristian, without waiting any longer, left with the wheelchair, addressing these last words, "Stay here and see how it goes. As soon as you hear from me, contact me."

"All right, Mr. Cristian," Luca Russo said, staring at him as he walked away.

Cristian, seeing Serena leave, moved behind her as if to join her, "Come back here. You hurt Ginevra and now you're leaving like this?"

An outstretched arm, however, came between him and Serena, interrupting his run. "It's still not clear who hurt whom. In any case, I'm staying here, and you're also not going anywhere. Don't even think about disturbing Mr. Cristian and Miss Serena," Luca said, looking at him coldly.

Cristian then remained motionless, furious, but with a great sense of helplessness.

Meanwhile, Serena had been taken away by Cristian: he sitting in his wheelchair and she sitting in turn on his legs. A scene that had attracted the attention of the many people present. Serena then, in obvious embarrassment, proposed, "You'd better get out, I'll push you."

"You are hurt," Cristian replied without giving too much importance to her words.

"But my injuries are not serious."

"Yes they are."

"...But I can manage to walk."

"Shut your mouth." Cristian then suddenly lowered his gaze, staring at Serena's lips, "If you speak again, I will kiss you here in front of everyone."

Serena first opened her eyes wide with fear, then put her hand in front of her own mouth. It was better if she kept quiet.