My Pregnant Wife Was Forced to Wash Dishes Until Her Hands Bled—Then My Daughter Finally Told Me Why.
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Chapter 16 - LUCA
Our son was born six weeks after the council vote.
Luca Montanari.
Seven pounds, two ounces.
Healthy.
Rosalie required an unplanned cesarean after labor failed to progress.
Beatrice learned through family channels.
She sent flowers.
No visit request.
That showed growth.
Then a note:
Rest. The dishes can wait.
Rosalie read it twice.
“Manipulative?”
I asked.
“No.”
“Too sentimental?”
“Definitely.”
She kept it anyway.
The new estate-management company sent a postpartum meal schedule.
Rosalie laughed.
“Spreadsheet love.”
I said:
May you like
“Best kind.”
She disagreed but ate everything.
