Jason is jealous of Skylar's relationship with Pietro. Do you think he might realize his wrongs now and try to amend his relationship with Skylar?
As the sleek black car sped away from Jason’s auction dinner, the tense silence inside was palpable. Skylar, and Emilio sat in the backseat, their minds preoccupied with the events of the evening. Jason’s behaviour towards Skylar was uncalled for, and they were seething with anger. “I can’t believe Jason treated you like that, Skylar,” Pietro fumed, breaking the silence as they drove through the darkened city streets. “He was completely out of line.” Emilio nodded in agreement, his jaw clenched tightly. “It’s unacceptable. You didn’t deserve any of that, Skylar.” Skylar remained quiet, her eyes fixed on the passing lights outside the car window. She tried to push down the hurt and humiliation she felt from Jason’s actions, but the words stung deep. Emilio reached out a comforting hand and placed it on Skylar’s shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to pretend like everything’s fine. We’re here for you.” Tears welled up in Skylar’s eyes, and she could no longer hold back th
Jason’s car pulled into the driveway with a screech, echoing his frustration from the disastrous auction dinner. He slammed the door shut, each step to his front door a silent scream of regret and anger. His thoughts raced with the image of Skylar, standing beside Pietro Bianchi, a stark reminder of his past failures and betrayals. Entering his house, the air felt thick with tension, suffocating him as he moved through the dimly lit rooms. And there, in the living room, sat Emily. He clenched his jaw, her mere presence being a stark reminder of his errors. “Hey, Jason,” Emily greeted him, her voice tentative, as she looked up from her laptop. Jason’s jaw tightened more at the sound of her voice, his anger bubbling to the surface. “What are you doing here?” he snapped, his tone harsh and unforgiving. Emily recoiled slightly at his sharpness, her brow furrowing in confusion. “I... I was just finishing up some work. Liam is in his room, he was doing much better today. Is everythin
In the weeks that followed the dinner event, Pietro’s presence in Skylar’s life became increasingly significant. Each visit to her home, brought a sense of comfort and companionship. One afternoon, as Pietro arrived at Skylar’s doorstep with Sofia in tow, he was greeted by the joyful chaos of family life. Children’s laughter filled the air as Lorenzo and Jared played with Valentina, their shouts echoing through the house. Sofia quickly exchanged pleasantries and made her way over to the children who immediately abandoned their games in favour of bombarding her with stories and questions. “Hey there, Pietro,” Skylar greeted him with a warm smile, her eyes lighting up at the sight of him. “Come on in. We’re just about to have lunch.” As they settled around the table, Pietro couldn’t help but notice the sadness in Skylar’s eyes whenever Lorenzo brought up the topic of his absent father. It has started earlier that week. Lorenzo would just randomly ask for his father or his whereab
The rain pattered softly against the windows of their Mansion, a stark contrast to the tension inside. Jason sat at the dining table, his laptop open but his attention elsewhere. Emily stood nearby, arms crossed, eyes filled with worry and frustration. “Jason, we need to talk about Liam,” she said, breaking the silence. Jason glanced up, irritation flashing across his face. “Not now, Emily. I’ve got a lot on my plate.” “It’s always ‘not now’,” Emily replied, her voice trembling with barely contained anger. “Liam needs his father, Jason. He’s been sick again, and recently, you’re never around.” Jason sighed heavily, closing his laptop with a snap. “What do you want me to do, Emily? I’m running a business. I can’t just drop everything.” Emily stepped closer, her frustration boiling over. “He’s your son, Jason! I know what you’re thinking but, he didn’t choose to be born out of an affair, and he certainly didn’t choose to be sick. He needs you to be there for him.” Jason’s exp
Skylar stirred her tea thoughtfully, the rhythmic clinking of the spoon against the ceramic cup providing a soothing backdrop to the evening. Emilio, sat across from her, his brow furrowed as he stared into his own cup. The familiar comfort of their nightly tea ritual after the children were put to bed, was one of the few constants in their lives, amongst all the chaos. “So, how was work today?” Skylar asked, breaking the silence. Emilio looked up, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Busy, as usual. But there’s something I want to talk to you about.” Skylar raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. Emilio was not one to keep things from her. “What’s up?” He took a deep breath, seemingly gathering his thoughts. “I want you to meet someone,” he said, his voice steady but soft. Skylar’s eyes widened in surprise. “Someone? Like... who?” Emilio’s smile grew a bit wider, but there was a hint of nervousness in his eyes. “Her name is Evelyn. We’ve been seeing each other
Emilio’s POV I wake up early, well before the first light of dawn. It’s one of those restless mornings when sleep slips away, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Quietly, I get out of bed and head to the closet. There’s a box I haven’t opened in years, filled with pieces of my past. I sit on the floor, the box in front of me, and begin to sift through its contents. Old papers, letters, a few keepsakes. My fingers brush against something familiar, and I pull out a photograph. It’s Sofia. Her smile is as radiant in the picture as it was in life. My heart aches with the memory, and suddenly I’m transported back to Pittsburgh, six years ago. Back then, life had been full of joy and laughter. Sofia, Valentina, and I lived in a cosy house where every morning began with the sound of our daughter’s laughter and the smell of fresh coffee brewing in the kitchen. ***Flashback “Papa, look!” Valentina’s excited voice echoes in my mind. She runs into the room, her dark curls bouncing, holdi
I closed the box containing the memories of my past with a soft click. As I stood up, I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of nostalgia lifting slightly off my shoulders. Today was a new day, and I needed to freshen up and prepare for what lay ahead. I left my room and headed downstairs, the sound of clinking dishes and cheerful chatter growing louder with each step. “Good morning,” I greeted as I entered the kitchen. Skylar, was there with the children, already setting the table for breakfast. The sight of them brought a smile to my face. “Morning, Emilio,” Skylar replied, her voice warm and welcoming. The kids echoed her greeting, their faces lighting up with innocent joy. I joined them at the table, savouring the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and warm toast. As we settled in, Skylar turned to me with a curious glint in her eyes. “So, Emilio, tell me, how did you meet Evelyn?” she asked, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “And how did your relationship develop?” I chuc
Emilio’s POV***FlashbackEvelyn and I were sitting at our usual lunch spot, a quaint café with a view of the city park. We had developed a comfortable routine of meeting here, discussing business, and sometimes just chatting about life.As we finished our meals, Evelyn looked at me with a thoughtful expression. “Emilio, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.”Curious, I set down my coffee cup. “What’s that?”She hesitated for a moment, then smiled. “Would you like to go on a date with me? Outside of our usual business lunches, I mean.”The question took me by surprise. I felt a mix of emotions—excitement, fear, and a pang of sadness. It had been five years since Sophia, had passed away, and I was still navigating the waters of grief.“Evelyn, I...” I began, struggling to find the right words. “I really enjoy spending time with you, but I’m not sure if I’m ready. It’s been hard since Sophia died, and I don’t know if I’m ready to move on.. and there’s my daughter too..