Chapter 1 - [THE LIES BURIED BENEATH THE FAMILY TABLE]
My husband's mistress pushed my hand away from his grandmother's wheelchair.
And he told me to apologize.
Twenty-four relatives were gathered around our Chicago dining table. Crystal chandeliers glowed overhead, and Vanessa Bellini stood beside my husband in a fitted red silk dress.
“Claire,” Matteo said, “Vanessa has everything under control.”
I looked at him.
“I'm only helping Nonna get comfortable.”
“Then let Vanessa do it.”
His voice was calm.
That somehow made it worse.
For eighteen months, I'd helped eighty-two-year-old Rosa Moretti recover from a devastating fall.
I'd learned how to support her when she stood, how to ease the pain in her hands, and which evenings she needed someone to sit quietly beside her.
I was thirty-one. I'd left my nursing job because Matteo promised his grandmother would receive better care at home.
Now my thirty-five-year-old mafia husband was handing that responsibility to the woman he'd been secretly seeing.
Vanessa smiled.
“Claire, you've done enough. Some people just don't know when they're no longer needed.”
Several relatives lowered their eyes.
I looked at Matteo.
He said nothing.
“Is that what you think?” I asked.
He adjusted his cuff.
“Don't make this about you.”
Vanessa moved behind Rosa's wheelchair.
“Come on, sweetheart. Let's get you settled.”
Rosa's fingers tightened around the armrest.
“Don't touch me.”
Vanessa stopped.
“I'm sorry?”
“I said don't touch me.”
The room fell silent.
Matteo stepped forward.
“Nonna, she's only trying to help.”
Rosa slowly raised her head.
“Then perhaps she should begin by leaving my granddaughter alone.”
Vanessa's smile disappeared.
“I'm practically family.”
Rosa looked directly at her.
“Family doesn't become family by sleeping with someone else's husband.”
A glass struck the table.
Matteo went pale.
“Grandmother!”
But Rosa continued.
“When I fell last winter, who slept in the chair beside my bed?”
Nobody answered.
“Who washed my hair when I couldn't raise my arms?”
My throat tightened.
“Claire,” Rosa said.
She looked around the table.
“And who held me when I cried because I was afraid I'd never walk again?”
I pressed my lips together.
Rosa reached for my hand.
“This woman gave up her work, her holidays, and her peace to help an old lady feel human again.”
Vanessa crossed her arms.
“That doesn't give her the right to control everyone.”
“No,” Rosa replied. “But it gives her the right to be treated with dignity.”
Matteo stared at his grandmother.
“Can we please finish dinner?”
Rosa's expression hardened.
“Not until you explain why your wife hasn't been allowed into my room for three days.”
My stomach dropped.
“Nonna?”
She looked at me.
“I asked for you every morning.”
I could barely speak.
“Matteo told me you wanted to rest. He said I shouldn't disturb you.”
Rosa turned slowly toward her grandson.
“You told her that?”
He said nothing.
Vanessa reached for her champagne.
“Rosa needed proper attention. We were simply making arrangements.”
“What arrangements?” I asked.
Matteo stood.
“Claire, not here.”
I looked at the grandmother who had welcomed me into this family six years earlier.
Her eyes were wet.
“Sweetheart,” Rosa whispered, “they told me you were tired of caring for me.”
For a moment, I couldn't move.
Vanessa looked away.
Rosa continued.
“They said you resented having to give up your career. That you wanted me placed somewhere else.”
“No,” I whispered.
“I know that now.”
She squeezed my fingers.
“But yesterday, when I asked Matteo to bring you upstairs, he told me you'd already agreed.”
I turned toward my husband.
“You told her I wanted her gone?”
His jaw tightened.
“I was trying to make things easier.”
“For whom?”
Silence.
Vanessa pushed her chair back.
“This is ridiculous. You're all treating Claire like some kind of saint.”
Rosa looked at her.
“No, dear. We're treating her like someone who kept her promises.”
Then she turned to Matteo.
“Your grandfather built this family on loyalty. Tonight, you've shown everyone how little that word means to you.”
Matteo finally lowered his eyes.
“Vanessa, leave.”
But I wasn't watching her.
I was watching Rosa struggle to rise.
I steadied her elbow.
She leaned close and whispered, “Claire, there's something I haven't told you.”
Her hand trembled.
“Yesterday, I heard Matteo and Vanessa arguing outside my bedroom.”
Matteo suddenly looked up.
“Nonna, please.”
Rosa ignored him.
“She was angry because I wouldn't agree to something.”
I felt my husband's hand close around the back of his chair.
“What wouldn't you agree to?” I asked.
Rosa looked straight at Matteo.
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“Tell your wife why Vanessa needed me to say you were no longer welcome in this house.”
TITLE: THE DEED TO THE FAMILY ESTATE
