Chapter 114
Chapter 29
“Mummy, look at my new sandalst Aren’t they cool? Aren’t they? Ned’s the bobbled with excitement the dead would be tog off his new shoes. Luca watched from the corner of his eye, his earlier betation dishing as he tank in the tromstion. The way and and quiet around his grandmother and aunt, blossomed into a lively, jean whirlwind whenever Amber was tear. It was as though he g alone allowed him to burst into life, to dance through the world with uncontained joy.
“Very beautiful,” Amber murmured, her words hollow. Her gaze drifted to Luca, catching his eyes across the from, but fex sersed with stine worry. Only now did he realize the depth of her expression–this wasn’t sex fatigue. Ever since she returned to one, the bad as y watching him, measuring his worth, assessing if he could truly be a father to their son. And as the holed at kim tow, herpes bald something else–fear. She was waiting for his answer, waiting for the promise he had get to give the mesurance that he would take Rico ander his st care for him as she faced the battle of her life.
Luca’s chest ached with the weight of her unspoken plea, but he couldn’t sing himself to answer just yet it water’t just about bicy’s wat being, though that alone was agonizing. He had others in his life to consider before he could make this choice–gesple he couldn’t discret responsibilities he hadn’t yet resolved. He had been selfish once before, flowing his desires with little thought of the impart. This time, wanted to do it right, to ensure Nico would have the support he deserved thout the collateral damage of a hosty decision
Amber’s gaze remained fixed on him, her large, expressive eyes scanning his face, searching for the assurance he was stopping to offer. He smiled, hoping it would bring her some comfort in the face of his silence. But as the uneasy quiet stretched between them, he felt his own anxiety solidify into a knot that wouldn’t ease for a long time.
The house had fallen silent after his mother had left, with only the soft sheffling of the hocharger dewing up in the aftermath of Wes energetic play. As Amber walked toward him, a determined look in her eye, he felt her presence before she spoke,
“Luca, can we talk?” Her voice held a quiet insistence.
He glanced up, fingers still poised on the laptop as he finished drafting a letter. “Depends,” he replied with forced casualness, “is it about Niop staying here with me in Rome?”
“Yes,” Amber nodded, her posture rigid as she waited.
“Go to your room and rest,” he said, keeping his gaze fixed on the screen. We’ll talk in the evening
“But why not now?” she demanded, her voice tinged with frustration. She couldn’t see the battle raging within him, couldn’t know how conflicted he felt. Amber, straightforward and outspoken, had always worn her heart on her sleeve. She had loved him openly, standing by kim through whispers and harsh words from the media and even his own family And when she’d felt that love slip away, she’d left without hesitation, taking Nico and every shred of her affection with her.
Yet, alongside the guilt and worry, there was a quiet ache within him–a feeling of bitter sorrow he couldn’t ignore. How unlucky he had been. She had loved their son so deeply that, three years ago, when she walked away, she took Nico with her, leaving him behind as little more than a memory. He had become irrelevant to her, because her love for him had faded, gone silent without any hint of remaining affection.
The saddest part of it all was the quiet truth he could never admit out lose if she had only asked, if she’d even hinted that she still wanted him in her life–he would have left everything and followed her in a heartbeat. be would have followed her anywhere, no questions asked. But she hadn’t. She simply made her choice and walked away, leaving him with an empty home and nothing else.
*Luta** Her voice broke through his reverie, and he turned, catching her look of confusion and concern.
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“we’ll talk insight, he repeated, swating of his laptop she
“What’s so important?” the portré, à fent of dubult coturing hur home
“I need to see Carletta,” he said Gully. The moment the wonds bedste ver bare fatter patio beartbreakingly familie
“I see,” she whispered, turning away, retreating from him with red hot but the the beas he wasn’t sure he could cross. She hadn’t asked him why, kadut doughest to see
Yet he knew he had to go. His life had shifted irrevocably in a matter of us, and thus tieke wet gde to the needed to talk to Carlotta before he made any decisions.
When he arrived at Carlotta’s family home, she was waiting in the living room, her face ging was, werden. him. “Hi,” she said softly, standing to greet him. “I didn’t know you were going–did you mish not the tax sply suppen dy her warmth and joy spilling over him like sunlight.
But Luca gently eased away, the weight of his decision pressing down on him. He took her hand, puiting for so a spot com dosta ta wouldn’t be disturbed.
“Actually, I came to talk to you about something,” he said, his voice barely alone a whisper. Her face clouded, ter es tangan su she sensed the gravity of his words.
“Did something happen, Luca?” Her voice trembled, the lighthearted ease she’d show moments exier vanishing th
“No,” he replied, shaking his head. “Actually… it’s about Nico.
The words hung heavy in the air, and he watched as confusion flickered across her face, quickly replaced by auspicion
“Nico?” she echoed, her tone sharper now, wary. “What about Nico?”
“Actually, it’s about Nico,” Luca said, his tone grave. He could no longer skirt around the truth, it was time to be dine he’s going to szy with me for the foreseeable future.*
Carlotta blinked, her face twisting in shock and confusion. “Why?” she asked, her voice tight as her gaze probed his.
“Does it matter?” he responded, trying to steel himself.
“NO! – I mean Yes! Yes, it does,” she burst out, her frustration spilling over. She shook her head, her voice rising with a matter of anger and disbelief. “What about… everything? The engagement party? Our wedding? The honeymoon in Hawaii?” And that for Lace said it all
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The End Of a Marriage
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
