บททั้งหมดของ Against all odds : บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Luca’s POVThe city outside my window was loud, alive, and completely unfamiliar. I thought maybe the noise would drown out the silence in my chest, but it didn’t. Even in the chaos, I carried a hollow space where Elliott’s voice used to be. Every morning I woke up hoping the weight would lessen, and every night I realized it hadn’t.The gallery I worked in had become my second home. Paints, brushes, and blank canvases filled the empty hours, and I lost myself in the colors. It was easier than confronting the thoughts that crept in when the world grew quiet. I pretended I was fine. Pretended that the past was behind me. Pretending that the letter I sent didn’t matter anymore.But it did. Every day. I wondered if he read it. I wondered if he burned it. I wondered if he folded it into his pocket and carried it around like a secret no one could see. And then, whenever I remembered his divorce, the questions twisted sharper. Did it mean something? Or was I still just a shadow in his life

Luca’s POVThe night dragged on endlessly, my thoughts circling like vultures. Sleep didn’t come, only the restless replay of Elliott’s face when I told him the truth. His silence haunted me more than any insult could. He didn’t fight back. He didn’t curse me. He just looked broken, and that image cut deeper than a blade ever could.I walked to the balcony of my apartment, staring at the city lights. They blurred together like the mess in my chest. For years, I told myself I hated him. I told myself that taking her, stealing her love, was the perfect revenge. But now that everything’s out, I can’t stop questioning—was it revenge or something darker, something selfish?The phone buzzed on the table. I didn’t want to look, but I did. Her name lit up the screen. My heart twisted because part of me wanted to hear her voice, to drown in the comfort she always gave me. But another part of me knew picking up would only pull her further into the storm. For once, I let the call ring out.I lea

Luca’s POVI sat in my office, staring at the city through the tall glass window. The streets were alive with people rushing to wherever they thought they belonged, but I felt like I had no place. My chest was heavy, my thoughts scattered. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her—saw them together. Cecilia’s words replayed in my head, sharper than any blade. Elliott was the father of the child.I pressed my palms to my face, dragging them down slowly. My reflection in the glass looked like a stranger—cold eyes, tired features, a man who had lost something he never admitted he wanted. It wasn’t just jealousy. It was betrayal that burned at the back of my throat, hot and unrelenting. I had risked everything for her, and in the end, she belonged to him.The sound of my phone vibrating broke through the silence. I glanced at the screen, expecting another meaningless call. But it was Elliott. For a second, I considered ignoring it, but my thumb betrayed me and slid across the screen. His voi

Luca’s POVThe night pressed heavy against my chest, darker than usual, though the city lights flickered like they were mocking me. I leaned against the railing of my balcony, a glass of whiskey warming my palm, though it did nothing to settle the cold inside me. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her—saw them—like ghosts I couldn’t exorcise.I thought walking away would give me peace, but instead, it hollowed me out. Elliott had taken what he wanted, and she’d chosen to remain by his side, whether out of love or fear, I couldn’t tell anymore. What cut deeper wasn’t the betrayal itself, but how quickly my world unraveled once I admitted she wasn’t mine.The streets below looked alive, people moving with direction, laughter spilling from a bar across the road. I envied them—strangers who had no idea what it meant to burn from the inside out. They could pretend life was simple, while I was cursed to live with scars no one saw. I tipped back the glass, the burn searing down my throat, a

Luca’s POVThe night was heavy with silence, yet my chest felt louder than the world outside. Every breath was ragged, shallow, and filled with confusion I couldn’t shake off. I thought I had built walls strong enough to protect myself, to keep my heart from becoming this vulnerable. But Elliott… he had a way of breaking through every layer, leaving me exposed and restless.I leaned back in my chair, running a hand through my hair as if that could somehow untangle the storm in my mind. Nothing made sense anymore. One moment I hated him, wanted to hurt him for making me feel so small, and the next I craved his touch like it was the only thing keeping me alive. Was this love or madness? Maybe it was both, and maybe I didn’t care anymore.The memory of his eyes haunted me the most. That quiet intensity, the way he looked at me as if he knew me better than I knew myself. It terrified me, because I’d spent years controlling every piece of myself. And yet, in front of him, I was stripped ba