Chapter 4: The Box Under the Bed
I didn’t sleep that night.
Not because I was angry.
Because I was afraid.
Afraid of what I might discover.
The box had belonged to my late wife, Isabella.
Inside were the things I could never replace.
Photographs.
Letters.
Small memories from a life that ended too soon.
After Isabella passed away, I placed everything carefully inside the wooden box and stored it in Livia’s room.
I wanted him to have those memories when he was older.
A piece of his mother.
A connection to someone he barely remembered.
But I never told Bianca where it was.
At least, I didn’t think I did.
I walked upstairs.
Livia was sitting on the floor with his toys.
He looked up when I entered.
“Buddy,” I said softly.
He smiled a little.
“Daddy.””
I sat beside him.
“Can I ask you something?””
He nodded.
“Why did you tell me about Mommy’s box?””
His small fingers squeezed his stuffed animal.
“Because Bianca wanted it.””
My heart dropped.
“When?””
He looked down.
“Yesterday.””
“What did she say?””
Livia became quiet.
I didn’t push.
I waited.
Finally, he whispered:
“She said Mommy doesn’t need it anymore.””
A three-year-old should not have to defend the memory of his own mother.
I closed my eyes.
“Did she touch the box?””
Livia nodded.
“She tried.””
“Where is it now?””
He pointed underneath the bed.
I moved slowly.
The wooden box was still there.
But the lock was scratched.
My stomach tightened.
I pulled it out.
Nothing looked missing.
But someone had tried to open it.
Someone had searched through something deeply personal.
Something that belonged to my son.
I took a picture of the damaged lock and called my attorney.
Then I went downstairs.
Bianca was standing near the front door.
She looked at the box in my hands.
And immediately knew.
“You went through Livia’s room?””
The accusation shocked me.
“My son’s memories are not yours to take.””
She crossed her arms.
“You’re making assumptions.””
“Then explain.””
She looked away.
“I was curious.””
“Curious?””
“Yes.””
“That box belongs to Livia.””
“And I’m supposed to marry you.””
Her voice sharpened.
“I would have been his mother.””
I stared at her.
“No.””
The word surprised her.
“No?””
“You would have been my wife.””
Her face changed.
“And what about me? After the wedding, I was supposed to just stand there while you treated me like an outsider?””
I couldn’t believe it.
“This was never about you.””
“Yes, it was.””
She stepped closer.
“Everything in this house was about Isabella.””
There it was.
The truth hiding underneath everything.
Not concern.
Not love.
Jealousy.
Bianca wasn’t trying to help Livia.
She was trying to erase someone she could never replace.
“She’s gone,” Bianca said quietly.
I felt anger rise.
“But Livia still has a mother.””
Her eyes widened.
“What?””
“His memories.””
The room went silent.
“You don’t get to compete with someone who isn’t here.””
Bianca grabbed her purse.
“I think you need time to calm down.””
“No.””
She stopped.
“I think you need to leave.””
For a moment, she looked like she couldn’t believe I said it.
Then she smiled.
Not a happy smile.
A dangerous one.
“You really think this ends with me walking away?””
I didn’t answer.
She reached into her purse and pulled out her phone.
“I tried to protect you.””
“Protect me from what?””
She looked directly at me.
“From finding out what Isabella left behind.””
My heart stopped.
“What are you talking about?””
Bianca held up her phone.
“There’s something you don’t know about your late wife.””
I stared at her.
“Is this another lie?””
She shook her head.
“No.””
Then she opened the door.
And before leaving, she said the one sentence that made me question everything I believed about my past.
“Ask yourself why Isabella never told you the truth about Livia’s birth.””
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The door closed.
And for the first time in years, I wondered if the woman I lost had been hiding something from me.
