Chapter Eighty

Lucas's eyes widened in disbelief, his hand reaching out to touch her arm. "I could never, Emma. I truly love you, I never knew who you were the moment I saw you at the bar until the paparazzi news. That's why I wanted to protect you from it all. I didn't want you to think that."

Emma faltered as Lucas's words sunk in. She softened, meeting his gaze as

Emma slumped her shoulders, sighing heavily as she took in the familiar room. It looked the same as her previous visit, but everything felt different now.

Lucas pulled her into his embrace, providing the comfort she desperately needed. "I'm sorry," he whispered, " I'm sorry baby"

She leaned into him, seeking comfort in his body heat. "You should have informed me. It brings embarrassment to me to learn of this now."

"I understand," Lucas murmured, gently rocking her in an effort to calm her pain.

Emma took a deep breath, steeling herself to disclose her burden. "I am aware that you may be curious about my connection with Damien. However