LOGINFrom across the room, Damiano appeared, his jaw tight. He was watching us closely, ready to step in. I held up my hand, telling him to wait.My father took a step closer, his voice softer now. "I know I've failed you, and I know I've hurt you. But I'm still your father, and I want to try."I felt tears prick at the back of my eyes, and I blinked them away."You want to try now? After all these years?"He nodded…before it's too late.I shook my head and let out a shaky breath. "It is already too late," I said. My voice came out quiet but steady. "You had years, Dad. You were not there when I needed you.When I was a scared and lonely child, you were not there, and you forced me to marry a man I never loved.You chose your business and reputation over me; you chose everything but me.His face tightened, but he did not look away."I treated you like you did not exist," he admitted. "I know that, and I told myself you were fine, that you did not need me, and you had your own life.""I w
The silence that followed was deafening. The apartment felt smaller, like Damiano had taken all the air with him when he left.I pressed my palm against the cool marble counter, letting out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding.I went to the bedroom, checked on my kids to make sure they were okay, then closed their door and went to my room. A stack of papers waited on my nightstand.The opening of the new Luca & Lia Children's Wear section was only a week away. Everything was ready, the invitations had been sent, and the press releases were prepared.One afternoon, I stood in the middle of the store, going over final details with my assistant. I had chosen a small boutique space on the corner of a quiet street, nothing flashy, but elegant. The kind of place where mothers feel welcome and children feel comfortable.I was checking the display shelves when I heard footsteps behind me."Wow."I turned. Damiano stood in the doorway, hands in his pockets, eyes moving slowly around the
For a few seconds, I couldn't speak I just glanced at Lia in the rearview mirror. Her small face was serious, her eyes waiting for an answer I wasn't prepared to give. "Sweetheart," I said, my voice coming out thinner than I intended. "We'll talk about it later, okay?" Lia frowned but nodded. In the seat beside her, Luca was quiet. He stared out the window, his jaw set in a way that reminded me too much of his father. The rest of the drive home passed in silence. When we finally pulled into our parking spot, I helped them out and walked them upstairs. My legs felt heavy, like I was wading through water. I made them dinner and helped them bathe. I read them a story. All the while, Lia's question echoed in my skull. Is he really our daddy? They knew him as Daddy. They had always known him as Daddy. But they had never asked why he only appeared sometimes and why Mommy never talked about him. They are getting older now, and they were starting to understand that our family didn't
My fingers curled tighter around the blue folder, pressing it against my chest like a shield.I didn't turn around. I couldn't because if I looked at him, I knew something inside me would crack open, and I wasn't ready for that."I should go," I said again, my voice barely above a whisper. "I have a meeting in the morning, and I need to…""I know."His voice was close, but he didn't come any closer. He was keeping his distance, and I noticed."But there's something I need to say first."I closed my eyes."Damiano, please...""Just hear me out, and then you can leave, and I won't stop you."I turned slowly."Fine," I said. "Talk."He took a deep breath."I've been thinking about what you said. About us…about everything."My throat tightened."Damiano...""I loved you."The words hit me like a physical blow. I stared at him…He looked down for a moment before meeting my eyes again."I loved you before I even understood what was happening around me.""Damiano...""Please let me finish."
I didn't turn around because if I looked at him one more time, I would have stayed. I would have dropped the folder, crossed the room, and let him hold me the way I had once wanted him to.But I wasn't that woman anymore.I pulled the door open and stepped into the hallway. The cool air hit my face, and I breathed it in like I had been drowning. I heard the door click shut behind me.The night air wrapped around me as I walked to my car. I got inside but didn't start the engine. I just sat there, staring at the steering wheel, my hands trembling.He said he loved me…he said he still loved me.I closed my eyes and rested my forehead against the wheel.Five years of keeping my distance and telling myself I didn't need him. And now? Now he was standing in that house, asking for a chance I wasn't sure I could give.I started the car and drove home.The apartment was dark and Luca and Lia were already asleep. I checked on them and pulled the blanket over them before going to my room.I ch
I stared at the proposal lying on the desk as something inside me shifted.Maybe Damiano really was trying to change; he could have accepted the deal and made millions from it. Instead, he had walked away because he knew it could hurt my company.I slowly closed the proposal."Are you still there?" his voice came through the phone.I swallowed."Yes.""I didn't call to tell you what to do," he said. "It's your company. You should decide what is best for you.""I know."There was a short silence.Then he said, "Just be careful, Gabrielle."I looked at the papers again."I will." Then the call ended.I placed my phone on the desk and leant back in my chair. My eyes moved around the office. A few days ago, I had been telling myself that if Damiano wanted another chance, he would have to prove that he had changed. Maybe this was part of that proof that he had really changed.Still, I wasn't ready to trust him.Later that afternoon, my assistant reminded me about some documents I had left







