Semua Bab Hiding The Billionaire's Son After Divorce : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Luka's POVI slumped back against my office chair after finishing up the last of the documents concerning the company's new project.I was so tired I felt it right down to my bones. It was another night of working late again. Sleeping in the office again. It was becoming routine at this point. But I would rather spend another night on this leather couch than go back to that house. That house that haunted me with the reminders of how empty and miserable I was. That the only reason I drowned myself with work was because I didn't know any other way to live life, I'd forgotten what it meant to be happy. I grabbed my mug to take another sip of coffee only to realize it was empty. I flicked my gaze to where my transparent jar of coffee usually sat and groaned. That one was empty too. How was I going to make it through the night?That stupid intern. I'd lost count of the many times I've told her to refill my jar before she closed for the day. I might have to fire her. I hated incompetence mo

Luka's POVReturning to work in my current state of mind was hopeless. My mind kept spinning and spinning till I couldn't hold it back anymore. I had to distract myself.I stood up from the leather couch and made my way to the floor to ceiling glass windows where I watched the city buzz underneath. Cars blared at each other, tires screeched, I could hear the noises from the street below even from up here. I smiled to myself, it was what I loved the most about the city. Its bustling nightlife. Somewhere down there people were living normal lives. Some were going to bed with their families, kissing their children goodnight, tucking them in and reading them bedtime stories.And here I was, deprived of all of that. Of all the things I should have been doing with my son.All the things I've missed.All the things I would never get back.Anytime I thought about all the lost time, rage flared in my chest. I had to dial it back or else I would do something just as foolish as letting Valeria w

Luka's POVThe question hit me like a slap across the face. I glanced up at Valeria but she was looking away with her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She was not going to help me out of this one.I turned back to Elliot and took a breath. "I didn't quit because I stopped loving it. I quit because I realized I was missing something more important.""What?""You."He stared at me for a long moment before finishing off his ice cream cone. "You don't even know me.""I know," I admitted while my throat was tightening. "But I want to. If you'll let me."Elliot did not respond right away. Instead he asked another question. "What's your favorite color?"The shift caught me off guard. "Blue," I said after a moment. "Mine too," he said matter of factly. "What's your favorite food?""Steak.""I like shrimp tempura.""That's a good choice.""Do you like reading?"“Sometimes. What about you?""I read all the time! Mommy says I'm too smart for my age." He puffed his chest out proudly.I smile

Luka's POV “You’ll never understand what I’ve been through as a single mother,” Valeria said, her voice shaking but fierce. “You were the one who divorced me and threw me out. You were the one who told me you never wanted to see me again. And since then, I’ve just been trying to do what’s best for my son.”“Valeria—”“Do you know how lonely I felt during my pregnancy?” she cut me off, her words spilling out fast, jagged and unstoppable. “You think it’s easy being in a strange country with no one? No family. No friends. Just me and this baby growing inside me, kicking and turning, reminding me every day that I had no one to rely on but myself.”Her eyes glistened, but she didn’t stop. “I used to talk to him when I couldn’t sleep; tell him stories so I wouldn’t go crazy. I told him about the stars, about how maybe one day his father would care enough to look up at the same sky. But you didn’t, did you?”Her voice cracked, and the sound went straight through me.“I was terrified,” she w

Valeria's POVI turned to Elliot who was still watching me with concern in his eyes. "We're going now, baby. Say bye to Dad."Elliot glanced briefly at Luka and gave him an absent minded wave. "Bye." His attention immediately returned to me, his little face creased with worry.I helped him pack his tablet into his rocket ship backpack, my hands moving mechanically even though my mind was still replaying everything Luka had said to me. The weight of his words sat heavy on my chest, making it hard to breathe properly.As we walked toward the parking lot, Elliot tugged at my hand. "Mommy, you said you're okay, but why are your eyes still like that?""Like what, sweetie?" I tried to keep my voice steady."They're all red and puffy." He stopped walking and looked up at me with those piercing blue eyes that saw far too much for a six year old. "You'd have to cry a lot for your eyes to be this puffy.""No baby, I'm fine." I wiped at my face quickly, forcing a smile that felt like it might cr