The End Of a Marriage
Chapter 149
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The morning arrived far too quickly for all of them. For Amber, it felt as though the night had barely begun before the first rays of light crept into the sky. She was already prepared–her bags packed days ago, her plan set, and her heart braced for the journey ahead. This had been her fixed leaving date for weeks, a milestone she had counted down to with equal parts dread and determination.
But everything had changed. She wasn’t leaving alone anymore. Luca and Nico were coming with her, and that meant there was still so much left to do. Amber knew better than to hope Luca might have packed for himself. No that would be a miracle.
At five o’clock, Amber slipped out of bed quietly, the house still cloaked in silence. She moved to Nico’s room, where her son lay sleeping peacefully in his little bed. His tiny form was bathed in the soft glow of the nightlight, his chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm that brought tears to her eyes. For a moment, she simply stood there, watching him, the pure innocence of his slumber filling her with a sense of wonder and relief she hadn’t felt in years.
As she began packing his things–his favorite toys, his tiny clothes, the blanket he refused to sleep without–a giddy kind of happiness bubbled
up inside her. For the first time in what felt like forever, fate wasn’t working against her. She wouldn’t have to leave him behind. She wouldn’t
have to endure the heart–wrenching ache of separation, wondering each day how he was doing, if he was happy, if he missed her as much as
she missed him.
Amber would have her baby with her as she faced the biggest battle of her life. The emotional strength that gave her was indescribable, a buoy
that kept her afloat in the storm of her reality.
And then there was Luca.
Amber’s hands faltered for a moment as she folded one of Nico’s shirts, her mind wandering to her husband. Or, rather, the man who used to be her husband. She gulped involuntarily, the thought of him stirring a storm of conflicting emotions in her chest.
She had worked so hard to build a barrier around herself where Luca was concerned, an impenetrable wall meant to shield her from the pain he could cause. It was a wall fortified by years of hurt, designed to block out the pain from his news, either of his engagement to another women, or his pictures with her at the glittering parties that were often circulating the internet. The only thing that had helped her had been a wall of
indifference.
For a long time, that wall had held strong. But now, with every hour she spent near him, every fleeting moment they shared, she could feel it beginning to crumble. The cracks were spreading, the defenses she’d relied on for so long starting to give way.
The last time she had allowed herself to feel anything for Luca, it had nearly destroyed her. She had ended up a shadow of herself, emotionally wrecked and struggling to piece herself back together. She had sworn she would never let herself go through that again.
Amber descended the stairs quietly, careful not to disturb the tranquil silence of the early morning. In the kitchen, she brewed two mugs of coffee, the rich aroma wafting through the air. One for herself, and one for Luca–who, she knew without a shadow of a doubt, would still be
fast asleep.
She let out a small sigh as she headed toward his room, her resolve steeling with each step. Luca, despite his sharp mind and commanding presence in the boardroom, was utterly hopeless when it came to the simple task of packing. She recalled the infamous Miami trip when, for the first time in his life, neither she nor the housekeeper had packed his suitcase. He’d arrived at his destination with six impeccably tailored suits–and not a single pair of underwear apart from the one he’d been wearing.
Amber had laughed until tears ran down her cheeks when he’d FaceTimed her in outrage, calling her heartless for allowing such a travesty to occur. “Never again,” he’d declared dramatically. “You’re never making me pack my own bags again.”
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