# Chapter 78: What the Bodies Scream
Hello everyone, it’s me again! How are you all doing? I hope your hearts are ready for another unforgettable journey through the pages of *Forgotten Wife: Let the Traitors Kneel Down*. Today, we revisit a chapter that moves softly between a mother’s tender magic and the fiery, wordless language of passion. So settle in, dear readers, and let me walk with you through a chapter that whispers secrets, blooms with love, and ends with a scream only bodies can speak.
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April had spent a little while talking with Alessandro about her upcoming journey to the kingdom of Laios. Everything was being prepared, but before her thoughts could wander too far into the future, her heart called her toward a much smaller, sweeter world: her daughter, Lissana.
When April entered Lissana’s room, she was met by chaos. A powerful, unnatural wind roared through the room, whipping curtains and rattling the furniture. A poor maid was struggling desperately to close the balcony doors, but the gale was too strong. April understood at once—this was no ordinary storm. This wind had been born from the tiny princess herself, from the wild and barely tamed magic flowing through her little veins.
Without hesitation, April raised her hand and used her cancellation magic. The winds quieted, softened, and finally stopped, as if a storm had been gently put back to sleep. The baby girl in the crib saw her mother’s face and smiled, a radiant, innocent smile that melted April’s heart. April lifted Lissana into her arms, pressed a kiss to her cheeks, and let out a long, loving sigh.
“What will I do with you, my little rascal?” she murmured, a mixture of affection and worry in her voice.
The maid finally managed to close the balcony and bowed nervously. “Your Majesty, a strong wind suddenly started blowing. Is the princess okay?”
“Yes, she is fine. Don’t worry. You may leave. I will stay with Lissana.”
The maid obeyed and disappeared, leaving mother and daughter alone. But April’s heart was heavy. She knew she had to suppress Lissana’s powers—yet she hated doing it, because every time she did, the little girl fell into a long, deep sleep. It was a temporary solution, and April knew she would not always be there to stabilize her daughter’s magic.
Then, like a whisper from the past, April remembered the earrings her mother had given her. Those earrings had been crafted to limit her own unruly power—until they were destroyed when she released all her strength. She closed her eyes and wished, with all her heart, that she knew the secret of creating them. But she didn’t. She had no way to learn, no source to consult, and no mother to ask.
Yet, as she gently caressed Lissana’s tiny ear, still lost in her memories, something extraordinary happened. A small earring appeared in Lissana’s ear. Startled, April caressed the other ear—and the same thing happened. A delicate earring appeared, as if her mother’s magic had been sleeping in her blood all along, waiting for the right moment to awaken.
April was stunned. She had never imagined it would be so easy. But even as wonder filled her heart, doubt remained. Did these earrings truly work? There was no way for her to test them. She could only trust that they would protect her daughter.
So April stayed with Lissana for the rest of the day, watching over her, holding her close, and filling her little world with love.
When night fell, April returned to her room. And there, waiting for her, was Alessandro.
He had just stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped loosely in a robe, walking slowly toward her with the easy confidence of a man who knew exactly the effect he had. April’s breath caught. Even after everything they had been through, her husband was still breathtakingly handsome—seductive, powerful, and hers.
“You’re back early today,” she said, unable to tear her gaze away from him.
“I’ve escaped work to be with you,” Alessandro replied with a smile. He poured two glasses of wine and offered her one. “A glass?”
April accepted the glass and took a sip. The wine was sour—sharp and unpleasant on her tongue. She wrinkled her face, fought the urge to spit it out, and forced herself to swallow.
“I still don’t understand why you like this. It tastes horrible,” she complained.
“You still can’t get used to the taste of it,” he said softly.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this. It tastes horrible.”
Alessandro closed the distance between them. He leaned toward her, brushed his lips against hers in a tender kiss, then said, “I’ve already contacted Sirius. He’ll be here tomorrow morning.”
“Then I’ll leave for Laios tomorrow,” April replied.
“Be careful on your journey.”
“Don’t worry, we will.”
Alessandro leaned down to kiss her neck. His breath was warm, his lips soft, and his voice a low whisper against her skin. “We should make the most of our time together. Don’t you think?”
April took his face in her hands. She searched for his mouth and kissed him deeply. On his lips, the sour taste of wine she had hated a moment ago became something sweet and pleasant. She melted into him.
“Yes, let’s do that.”
Alessandro returned the kiss with equal hunger. His hands circled her waist, then slowly moved up her back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his. With a smooth, powerful motion, he lifted her into his arms, carried her to the bed, and laid her down gently.
April half-closed her eyes. She felt the delicate brush of her own lashes against her cheeks, the shift of Alessandro’s weight above her, his wet hair touching her forehead, and the scent of pine—soft and earthy, from the essential oils the maids had added to his bath.
That scent carried her away. It reminded her of the small forest in the farthest corner of the palace, the hidden place she had walked through countless times when she had lived alone and forgotten. It reminded her of the day she had found Alessandro unconscious in that forest. She thanked God for that day, because it had been the beginning of their love story.
She sank her fingers into his hair, curling the damp strands. Alessandro exhaled against her mouth, his breath trembling with longing. He pressed his entire body tighter against hers, as if he wanted to disappear into her, as if he wanted to become one being with her. April slid her fingers down to the nape of his neck, then lower, tracing the firm, strong muscles of his back.
His lips drifted like feathers across her skin—along her neck, down to her chin, and back to her mouth. His hands roamed her body in soft, reverent caresses, appreciating every curve, every breath, every heartbeat. Their breathing and their pulses began to beat together as one. It felt as though everything in the world had vanished, leaving only the two of them suspended among exploded stars.
Their love was like an overflowing river, flooding everything in its path, unstoppable and devoted.
That night, Alessandro made love to her as if every caress and every kiss was a word he needed to say—how much he loved her, how precious she was, how deeply she had become the center of his world.
No words were necessary. Their bodies screamed over and over again how much they loved each other.
Later, they slept in each other’s arms, their bodies pressed together, sharing warmth and silence. Even though the act had ended, they wanted to keep making love; they wanted to remain one being for as long as the night would allow.
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**Reader’s Impressions & Star Rating**
Oh, my heart. This chapter is breathtakingly beautiful. The blend of motherhood and romance is so delicately written—April’s fierce love for Lissana melts you, while the intimacy between her and Alessandro sets your soul on fire. The creation of the earrings was a magical moment that felt both miraculous and tender. And the bedroom scene? It was not just passion; it was poetry. The way their bodies spoke their love, without a single word, made me feel as though I had witnessed something sacred. This chapter is warm, romantic, and emotionally rich, leaving me both satisfied and desperate for more.
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4.9 / 5 Stars
**Next Chapter Prediction**
Now that April has given Lissana the protective earrings, she will turn her attention to the road ahead. Sirius is arriving tomorrow morning, which means April will soon leave for the kingdom of Laios. But I have a feeling this journey will not be a simple diplomatic visit. Danger is likely waiting in the shadows—old enemies, hidden betrayals, or even fresh alliances. The next chapter may reveal more about Laios, the reawakening of old conspiracies, and April being tested once again as a queen, a wife, and a mother. But will Alessandro be able to let her go so easily? Something tells me the distance will only make the storm grow stronger.
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