Nothing Fell Apart by Mark Twain 2
Chapter 2
I walked out of the bathroom and found Gianna in the kitchen and Vincent in the living room.
His eyes were glued to the TV, but he wasn’t really watching.
“Ah!”
A sharp cry rang out from the kitchen. I rushed toward the sound.
Vincent charged past me, shoving me aside with enough force to slam my back against the doorframe,
The impact knocked a low groan out of me.
He grabbed Gianna This book had been added on your bookshelf. into his mouth-a gesture that felt far too practiced and intimate.
“It’s all red. Does it still hurt?”
Gianna pulled her hand away, looking awkward. “Vince, that’s enough. I know you mean well, but this is a little too much for Becca to see.”
Vincent stiffened. He turned to me, his voice taking on a defensive, explanatory tone. “Becca, Gianna’s the one who’s always looked out for you. I know it upsets you when she’s hurt. I won’t do this next time.”
The warm kitchen light hit their clasped hands, creating a heaviness in the room that made it hard to breathe.
I shook my head numbly and backed out of the room, putting physical distance between us to match the growing distance in our marriage.
I sat at the dining table, staring blankly at my empty plate.
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When they finally joined me, they both looked uneasy.
I forced the corners of my mouth up and waved them over. “Can we eat yet? I’m starving.”
The vibe at the table lacked its usual ease; the tension was so thick it felt physically oppressive.
Halfway through the meal, a delivery arrived-a bouquet of roses.
“Happy fifth anniversary, Becca,” Vincent said, handing them to me. His voice was flat.
In five years of marriage, this was the first gift he had ever given me.
I smiled as I took them, but my excitement vanished the second my eyes swept over the attached card.
“Gia, the 3,667th bouquet, for the 3,667th day of loving you.”
A sharp sting hit my nose, and tears fell before I could stop them.
“What’s wrong?” Vincent asked, panic rising in his voice as he fumbled for a tissue.
I wiped my eyes, my voice trembling. “It’s just… It’s the first time you’ve ever given me flowers. I’m overwhelmed.”
“Becca, don’t be so easy on him,” Gianna said, her expression unreadable. “He can be charming one moment, and you might not even realize how he’s playing you.”
I shook my head, my voice muffled. “If it’s the two of you lying to me, I don’t mind.”
Gianna’s hand froze on my hair. Her body went rigid, and she didn’t say another word.
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After dinner, Gianna started to clear the table.
Vincent, who never did chores, stood up abruptly and took the plate from her. “I’ll do it. You sit down and rest.”
As they went back and forth, I reached out and took the dishes, “Gia, your hand is hurt. I’ll wash them.”
Vincent paused, reaching out to help me, but I stepped away.
“You stay here. Keep Gia company.”
He hesitated for a second, then pulled Gianna down to sit with him.
had taken care of me for so many years, she deserved a break.
I owed her everything-even my life, if she asked for it.
The only problem was that she had fallen in love with Vincent.
I walked into the kitchen intending to wash the dishes, but instead, I found myself pulling up the security feed on my phone.
On the screen, Vincent held up a ring, his voice angry. “Gia, I gave this ring to you. Why give it to Becca? Haven’t you sacrificed enough for her? Now you want to give me up, too?”
Shanna’s voice was choked with tears as she turned her head away.
“What about Becca?
“Giving in once was enough. We have to stop before it goes any further.”
At the mention of my name, Vincent’s expression froze.
He closed his eyes, looking like he had made a decision. “If you’re willing, I can…”
Gi
eried out and clamped her hand over his mouth. “Don’t! I don’t
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want to hurt Becca!”
I abruptly turned off the feed. Large tears splashed onto the dishes, instantly washed away by the running water.
Just then, Gianna walked in.
She held up her hand, her eyes shining with happiness. “Becca, look. Do you like the new ring I bought?”
I quickly wiped my face dry and teased her, just like I always used to. “It’s beautiful.
“But it looks like part of a couple’s set. Come on, tell me are you seeing someone?”
When I was ten, my parents died in a car accident.
Gianna, only fifteen at the time, dropped out of school and worked to raise me.
She gave up her education for me, never dared to date, and focused only on making money.
Whenever I saw her collapse from exhaustion, I wanted to quit school to help, but she would always scold me furiously. “Rebecca! I quit school so you could have a future, not so you could become a laborer like me!
“If you don’t want me taking orders from people my whole life, then study hard. Whatever happens, I’ll earn the money so you can study!”
She was only five years older, but she shouldered every burden for me.
Later, Vincent came along.
With his brilliant mind and scholarship money, he helped support us, and life slowly began to improve.
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They were the people I loved most, the ones I owed everything to.
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I once thought this love and gratitude would be the stable foundation of my entire life.
But Gianna paused. Her eyes darted instinctively toward Vincent. She hesitated for a moment, then gave a soft, affirmative hum.
I forced a smile and grabbed her hand, feigning excitement. “Is your boyfriend good to you? Tell me everything. If he isn’t, I won’t stand for it.”
She glanced at Vincent out of the corner of her eye and spoke shyly. “He… he’s younger than me, but very thoughtful. Back when I used to work overtime and he was still in school, he’d go out of his way to bring me food. He knew I was afraid of the dark, so he’d wait to walk me home at night. When I had a fever, he stayed up all night taking care of me…”
In that moment, all the details I had ignored came flooding back.
When I walked home at night and called him for a ride, he’d said, “I’m busy with research. Just take a taxi.”
When I had a high fever from a bad flu, he simply told me to take some medicine myself.
My belief that he was busy, or that he just didn’t get it, was nothing but a self-deceptive excuse.
A sharp, intense pain radiated through my chest.
“That sounds wonderful,” I interrupted, my voice trembling but sincere. “Gia, I wish you happiness.”
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