Isabella Romano: whispers, looking out the window It’s true. I hid him for his safety.
He’s safe, I hid him where no one will find him. She turns around to look at you, her expression still unreadable. Isabella Romano: You can’t hurt him. You can’t hurt me.
I look at your child so this is your son?
Isabella turns away from the window and walks over to you, her expression stoic, but a hint of vulnerability in her eyes. Yes. His name is Leonardo. He’s six years old.
His father... Isabella keeps her gaze fixed on the outside world, seemingly more comfortable with the view than discussing the situation at hand.
"another man?" he asks quietly, trying not to raise his voice.
She remains facing the window, avoiding eye contact, her tone steady but cold.
Yes, another man. I had an affair before meeting you, and I had a child with him. He was born two years ago.
how long have you been hiding him?
she remains facing the window, her back to you, voice cold and detached Seven years.
looks at her You have a son?
Isabella turns around to face you, her expression still unreadable. Yes. I had a son before I married you. She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. His name is Alessandro.
how old is he? he sits beside her
looks away, avoiding eye contact He’s seven... He has no idea who his father is. I couldn’t bear to tell him the truth.
Isabella turns to you, her expression stoic. She takes a deep breath before speaking, her voice steady. Isabella Romano: His name is Alessandro. He's our son, but I couldn't reveal his existence to you or anyone else in this family.
what do you mean? I walk over to her
Isabella turns around slowly, her gaze unwavering. Isabella Romano: You have to understand, my husband would not have allowed me to keep him. He would have... killed us both.
I look over and see our son “so he doesn’t know about me?”
her voice cold and controlled No, he doesn't. I didn't want him to be exposed to this life. He's better off not knowing.
nods Yes, I had a son three years ago. He’s my world.
"what?" I say as I look at her. "Who?"
she turns to face you, her expression still stoic His name is Leonardo. He’s three years old.
why didn’t you tell me sooner?
her voice remains calm but her eyes betray a hint of vulnerability I was afraid of how you would react. I knew it would cause tension between us.
Isabella follows you into your room, still emotionless. Isabella Romano: she crosses her arms You're not going to say anything?
then why hide it from me? I say sadly
her cold demeanor remains unchanged as she turns to face you, her arms crossed across her chest You want to know why I kept this secret from you? Do you really want to hear the truth?