Chapter One Hundred And Forty-Six

♞—Lorenzo

I took my daughter in my arms and nodded at Joseph. I glanced down at her and a smile involuntarily crept up. She was so little, so fragile, so beautiful. She resembled me more than her mother.

I leaned closer and kissed her little forehead, making sure my beard doesn't prickle into her delicate skin. I have never been more cautious with anything in my life.

She was asleep, she smelled like her mother probably from being in her arms for too long. I glanced around, she wasn't there. She had sent her servants and turned off her cell phone. She wanted nothing to do with me.

That's exactly what I wanted, isn't it?

I thought I didn't deserve her, I thought I could push her away but now she wasn't just Delilah, she was also the mother of my child, so it was difficult—no, fucking impossible to push her away. I can't bear to part from my daughter.

The truth is, her betrayal had cut me so fucking deep that it still hurts. And every time I looked at her all I get reminded is her