Luca. She had been blowing me up all day and it was starting to irritate me. I thought she understood what this was, yes, yesterday I had crossed a line, we both had but it was a mistake. I had no intention of getting involved with Lila romantically, she was not even my type. I checked my phone and I saw that she had texted me to meet her at a club where she used to work. It was where I had seen her for the very first time there. I was about to put my phone down when I saw an incoming call from my dad.He never called me ever which is why this was so weird. I let it still go to voicemail. "I have to go meet up with Lila, she had been blowing me up all morning, my dad too, something seems off." I said to Vanessa who was still in bed."I don't like that girl Luca, does she understand what this is because she is acting like you are in a real relationship."I could tell Vanessa was clearly pissed off just by the way she was talking, her voice tone seemed cold. I sat back on the bed,
Richard. It had been over ten years since I last saw Christine. But i never imagined the next time I would see her, that it would be in this state. But even sick, she still looked as beautiful as the last time I Saw her. I watched her sleep, my fingers trailing over her soft cheeks. She seemed so peaceful.She slowly opened her eyes, "Hey," I said caressing her hand slowly and softly, "I did not mean to wake you up, I'm sorry." "It's okay, where is she?" Christine asked looking around the room."She went out for a cup of coffee. Promised her I will stay with you until she came back.""oooh."I sat there in silence watching her, "I am so sorry this is happening to you Christine.""Life right?" she said jokingly, but I could see the pain in her eyes.We sat in total silence for a while. "You know they can't get married Richard, you can't let them marry each other." she finally said."I don't think that is up to us Christine, they are adults and if they love each other we can't stan
Luca. "What can't Lila know?" I asked confused. "Dad, what are you doing here? Do you know Lila's mom?""You are engaged to her daughter, I thought it would be a good gesture for all of us to get acquainted since we are going to be family anyway.""Woow, that's nice of you dad," I said patting his back, "Lila told me you are the one that had her transfered here too, thank you.""it's the least I can do, she deserves the best."Something was definitely going on and I could just sense it, but I was not mad at it either, my father was showing interest in something other than himself for the first time. "So what should Lila not know? I heard you say Lila should never find out.""It's nothing, I just don't want her to live her life worrying about me." her mother said and just like Lila, she was a terrible liar too."Well, I'm glad the whole family is here, so we can tell them our news." Lila said from the door, she had a box of cup cakes in her hand."What news?" my father asked, his ton
Luca. I had just found out I needed a new kidney. I sat on the chair looking outside, taking in the view. My father, Richard, stood at the window, staring out at the parking lot below. His face was pale, but his eyes were distant, lost in thought. The kidney test results had come in just moments ago. And I knew instantly something was wrong. To be fair I knew something was wrong when he was taking the test, he did not seem too eager to do it. After a long silence, my father still holding the results in his hands, he finally spoke up, his voice low, almost like he was unsure of what he was about to say. "Your test came back, Luca… I… I wasn’t a match." He paused, turning away from the window and facing me now, no indifference in his face. "But that’s not the worst part." he continued and all kinds of things were running through my mind. It was natural for family members not to match so I really had no idea why he seemed so sad we weren't a match. We had enough money in the world t
Luca. It had been a few minutes since my dad dropped the big bombshell news on my lap and somehow it still felt like a bad dream, and a big part of me wished I would just wake up and all of it would be gone. I admit I had my own differencea with Richard, but so did every father and son. But I loved the man, I loved being his son, and now I did not know who I was anymore or who I was supposed to be. I couldn't even be mad because the person I really wanted to be mad at was my mother and I had no clue where she was. "Hey, how are you feeling?" Lila said from the door, she had a bunch of flowers with her. "Since you are going to be staying here for a while I brought this to brighten up your room." she said smiling as she put the flowers in a vase. "Thank you, that's thoughtful of you." i said slowly, trying to sound normal even though I was dying inside. "Hey, what's wrong? Something is wrong" she said sitting on the foot of my bed. "I am okay." i lied, did not want to burden he
Lila.The room was dim, the soft beep of the machines providing a quiet backdrop to the sterile hospital air. Luca lay in the bed, his face relaxed, the weight of the transplant surgery finally starting to show signs of peace. The steady rhythm of his breath was the only thing that assured me he was still with me, still fighting.He was a fighter. I sat in the chair beside him, my fingers lightly gripping his hand, not daring to let go. My mind raced with the events of the past few days the fear, the hope, and now this uncertain calm. My heart had been a rollercoaster, and right now, it was firmly on the precipice of both relief and tension.The man that had threatened to black mail us had not reached out yet, which was even more worrying since Luca could not do anything really in his state. But I was not going to worry about that right now. Luca had a successful surgery and that's all that really mattered right now. Just as I started to relax, the door opened.y gaze snapped up, w
Vanessa. She was right. I hated that girl since the very first day I saw her, I knew Luca liked her because of how she looked, but I could just tell she was trouble. And she needed to go even if it meant blowing up my marriage. She was Young, full of life and looked like someone Luca would fall in love with. She could give him kids something I could not be able to do. Luca alwyas said he didn't mind that I couldn't give him children since he did not want any kids. But he was still young, he was only thirty and I knew he would change his mind someday, I always thought when that day came, we would cross that bridge, but now with Lila in the picture I was running out of time. Lila was right and too involved in business that did not concern her, but she was not wrong. We were both living a lie pretending to be happy and we were dragging innocent people down with us into our web of lies. I watched Luca, his body still and his breath shallow, I watched as his chest rose up and down w
Lila. I stood there, hidden behind the half open door, my heart hammering in my chest as I listened to Vanessa’s voice drip with the venom of a threat. She was telling Luca she would finally leave her husband. The words, sharp and dangerous, echoed in my mind. If she left him, Luca wouldn’t need a fake fiancée anymore. Meaning I wouldn’t matter anymore and our deal would be off.Well there was no way I was going to let that happen. I couldn’t let that happen. Not now. Not when I had finally let myself want more.I waited until I was sure Vanessa was completely gone and she was not coming back before I decided to make my move I took a deep breath, pushing away the panic that threatened to rise in my throat. The weight of the moment was heavy, and I knew I had to act quickly. The door creaked as I stepped into the room, my presence cutting through their conversation like a blade.He was awake now, I wondered for how long though, he had seemed to be sleeping when Vanessa was in the ro
Luca. I was halfway down the hallway, flipping through emails on my phone, when I nearly collided with someone turning the corner too fast.“Whoa.... Vanessa?” I said, as soon as I saw her face looking around a little confused, "Did we have a meeting?" She didn’t stop. Just brushed past me like I wasn’t even there, eyes glassy and wide, shoulders stiff like she was holding herself together with string.“Vanessa.. wait.” I yelled at her even more confused, she seemed pissed, like she had seen a ghost. She kept walking. Faster. Like she couldn’t get away from me fast enough. And I lte her go, juts watching as she hurriedly walked out. I turned, watching her push through the glass doors of the main lobby, practically running.What the hell just happened?I stared after her, completely thrown. I hadn’t seen her in weeks, since our confrontation at the coffee shop,and now she was here, in my building, clearly upset, and refusing to even look at me? What was she doing here in the first
Vanessa. I watched Lila as she picked up her bag and the file that I assumed had all the information about me before she walked out, banging the door on her way out it echoed. The door clicked shut behind her, and I just stood there. Frozen. Humiliated.The silence in the conference room was deafening. I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until my lungs started to burn. My fingers tightened around the strap of my purse until my knuckles went white. Six months pregnant. She’s six months pregnant.She was six months pregnant! That's what stung me the most of everything she had just said to me because then that would mean, Luca has been lying to me way before I found out. God.I sank into the chair across from where she’d been sitting, like the air had been sucked right out of me. The room still smelled faintly like her perfume, expensive, sharp, the kind that lingered. Just like everything about her.She was so different from the woman I first men a few months ago, she was right,
Lila. I had no idea what had gotten into me, but between Jenny dropping in on us unannounced and ruining everything I had planned out for the day, I did not have any patience left in me. I could also credit my pregnancy hormones. I sat in the cold, sterile conference room, the ticking of the wall clock louder than it had any right to be. My fingers tapped against the glass table, nails clicking in a rhythm that matched the irritation rising in my chest. I’d been here for fifteen minutes already, but I wasn’t nervous. I was angry, no furious was the word. I did not plan on having a confrontation today with my husbands ex, it was supposed to be a chill day for me to take a tour of his office headquarters, but here I was. Vanessa had made my life miserable since the very first time she laid eyes on me. Even just thinking her name made my jaw tighten with anger and fury. What a bitch! She had no idea it was me who had summoned her here. The assistant had kept it vague, just said Lu
Lila. "I am so sorry about her, I promise you she was not part of the itinerary today." i say slowly to Luca who is clearly dressing up now. He looked so pisses off which I can understand given the situation, but I am hoping now that his mother has left we can go on with our day as planned." I know, I'm sorry too, about her." he says kissing my forehead."Are you going somewhere?" I finally ask, unable to hold my tongue anymore when I see him putting on his shoes,"Yes, I have to go to the office, something came up."He says it so casually, like we weren't about to have a us day. "I thought we were going to hang out." i said my voice a little low filled with disappointment."I know, but we can do that another time. Jenny messed up my whole mood, and I really need to be in this meeting." he said, putting on his shoes, "You can come with, you have never really had a proper tour of my office, I could have someone show you around, we can go to lunch after.""Are you sure? I would love
Lila. I heard the front door slam open before I even had time to get off the couch. My heart jumped, instinctively thinking something was wrong, an emergency maybe. But when I saw Jenny standing there, fire in her eyes, I knew this wasn’t a surprise visit. This was a storm. And it had my name on it.I hadn't seen her since the last time se dropped by with two detectives, she had not called in at all or reached out in any kind of way. "Richard," she snapped, stepping fully inside, her heels echoing on the hardwood floor. "What the hell did you tell Luca?"Her voice was sharp, like a blade honed over days of anger and confusion. She was glaring at me like I’d just stolen something from her. I stood up slowly, keeping my voice calm.This was the Jenny I remembered, she always was the victim even back then during our marriage. She never took accountability for anything, and ofcourse she was the same person, nothing had changed at all. "Hello to you too Jenny.""Cut the crap!" she hisse
Lila. I was still standing by the door, trying to wrap my head around the whirlwind that was Jenny, she was in our living room acting like everything was okay between her and her son. It was like she had completely forgotten how things went the last time they saw each other, and the fact that she had lied to Luca, I was still staring at her with a million different thoughts in my head, when I heard the water shut off upstairs. Footsteps. The creak of the floorboards. He was coming. He was going to come down in a few minutes and I still was not sure I wanted him to be surprised. Maybe I should just give him a heads up that his mother was in our living room and by the look of things she planned on staying here for a while. I looked over at the couch, there she was. Jenny was now curled up on our couch like it was her own personal throne, she gave me a mischievous wink and pressed a finger to her lips. “Not a word.” she whispered like I was part of her insane surprise or whatever it
Lila. The sizzle of eggs hitting the pan was oddly satisfying, almost like a little victory in my morning. I was up earlier than usual, the sun barely yawning over the horizon, painting the kitchen in warm gold. I hummed softly as I flipped the eggs with one hand and balanced a slice of bread in the toaster with the other. The smell of coffee filled the air, strong and comforting.I was in my element.For the first time in weeks, I didn’t feel tired. Or nauseous. Or like a swollen balloon about to float away. I felt good, energized, even and I wanted to do something with that. And maybe I missed doing normal things. The bump beneath my robe was getting more obvious now, but today, I wasn’t going to let it slow me down. Not when I had the whole day planned out. Just Luca and me.I was also feeling a little bit guilty about how I had approached things and accused him of keeping secrets from me, I wanted to make up for that. And we needed an us day, where we just lounged together all da
Luca. The headlights slice across the driveway as I pull in. Engine off. Silence.The house seems still silent and there are no lights coming from any of the rooms in the house. Did she really sleep this early or was this just another sign she didn't want to talk to me. I sit there for a second, hands still on the wheel, like maybe if I stay still long enough, time will rewind. Like maybe I won’t have to go inside and say what I’m about to say. But that’s bullshit. I’ve run out of ways to lie to myself. And more importantly, I’ve run out of ways to lie to her.Lila deserves the truth. She always has.I get out, close the door gently, as if slamming it might break something more than the quiet. The porch light’s still on. She leaves it on for me, even when she’s mad. Especially when she’s mad.Inside, the house is warm. Smells like chamomile and something sweet, maybe the candle she lights when she’s anxious. She’s on the couch, legs curled under her, a book in her lap she’s not rea
Luca. I'm driving. Hands tight on the wheel, eyes stuck on the road, even though I’m not really seeing it. I know where I’m going home, technically, but my head’s halfway in the past, in the ache behind my ribs, in the flicker of blue hospital lights, in the cold white tiles of that goddamn ER floor. I have tried calling Lila a few times but her phone is still going straight to voice mail and it is driving me nuts. Then I think about Vanessa, and the night that changed our lives completely. The night that she had twisted and made me the villain in. It hits me like a sucker punch: the night I found out about Vanessa. I still feel like I am in that hospital every time the thought comes to me. I was out with my some of my investors when the call came in, my Phone buzzed at 1:12 AM. Unknown number. I almost didn’t answer, almost let it ring into the dark while I tried to forget the fight we’d had three days before. “Is this Luca ?” the voice said,it was the way that the voice soun