Semua Bab Ex and Son Beg, But I Never Turn Back: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Logan's POV“Mom?” Beatrice snapped at Leo. She violently took a few steps towards, causing Leo to recoil. She was unhinged. I could see it on her face. She was about to unleash all her fury and jealousy over Willow onto the small, innocent child. Leo had tried to diffuse the situation, but calling Beatrice ‘Mom’ had caused something inside of Beatrice to snap.“I’m not your mother,” she told Leo, her voice harsh and cold. “You want to see your mother. Here.” She marched over and picked up the remote. She clicked the TV on and pointed, as Willow came into view, another re-run of her victory from the competition. “There she is, Leo. Your REAL mother.” Beatrice’s voice was dripping with contempt and sarcasm.Leo was visibly shaking as he stuttered, “I’m sorry…I just thought…I…”“That I was going to be your mother?” Beatrice snapped at him. “Well think again, Leo, because I have no interest in being your ‘Mommy’.” She enunciated the last word with so much mocking that even I was shocked b

Willow's POVHolding the phone, I stared at the text message from Logan. I was irritated by the message. ‘More drama,’ I thought to myself, drama that I didn’t need. The message was completely out of the blue. Was he for real? Was he actually begging me to come home after all that had happened.So things were over with him and Beatrice. That surprised me a bit. I thought for sure that they were all living happily together, one big, loving family: Logan, Beatrice, Leo and Zoe. So many times over the past few months, I’d pictured the four of them, laughing around the breakfast table, happily eating pancakes or eggs. The image had felt like a stab right to my heart, so I’d done my best not to think about it and to just focus on my work, on my own friends, on Carl and my relationship with him.But now they were over? For a brief moment, I wondered what had happened to cause them to split. Beatrice was relentless, and she’d made it perfectly clear that she wanted Logan. Had they fought? Had

Willow’s POVFrozen in spot, I stared at the beautiful woman standing before me.Did she just say wife?But how was that possible?MY hand lingered on the doorknob, my mind spinning. This couldn’t be. There was no way Luigi had a wife.And yet, there she was. This woman with sharp poise, dressed simply yet elegantly, suitcase in hand and a look on her face that said she had every right to be there. My stomach twisted.“My name is Guilia” the woman said while my mind still reeled. Her her voice was calm, smooth, almost casual. “Mind if I come in?”My mouth went dry. “I…I’m…not sure…” I stammered, my heart hammering as the woman stepped forward and into the foyer. She looked around, set down her suitcase, and then walked towards the kitchen, her high heels clicking against the hardwood floor.I hesitated, then followed her.In the kitchen, her eyes scanning the framed photographs on the wall, landing on the coffee machine. “Cozy,” she said, almost benignly, and I felt a spark of fury fli

Willow’s POVOne week later…The ballroom glittered as if a thousand stars had fallen inside. Glancing around the room, I felt my stomach twist into knots.Luigi had begged me to come tonight, despite the chaos of the past week. He’d called me that morning and explained that his marriage to Guilia had been fake, at best, and extremely short-lived. They’d grown up together, and there had been a short time when he thought he loved her, but he hadn’t. He’d been young and foolish, and when he moved to the United States, he hadn’t finalized the divorce.He assured me that he’d been after her all the week previous to the perfume competition. Then he explained the situation with his family winery.“She’s trying to manipulate me. That’s the type of person she is. But please, Willow. You have nothing to worry about. You’ll hardly see her at all. You and I will just continue on as usual. My hands are tied. Please understand.”My heart had softened at his words. I’d decided to try, for Luigi and

Willow’s POVThe night air was crisp as I stepped out of the ballroom. The city’s lights sparkled like a scattered constellation. My heart was heavy, and I drew in a steadying breath, letting the cool wind wash over me.It would be all right. Everything would be all right, I said to calm myself as my heels clicked sharply against the cement sidewalk.I’d barely started looking for a cab when I heard a voice call out my name. I turned to see Luigi, rushing towards me.“What are you doing?” I asked him.“Going home with you,” he said, just as his personal driver pulled up. “I made a loud excuse that I wasn’t feeling well, loud enough for other people to hear. I can’t bear the thought of being there with her. I want to be with you.”He’d left the party for me?“You did well there,” he said. “I know you were just as shocked as I was.”I shook her head, exhaling sharply. “I didn’t do well. I felt…humiliated. I felt like I didn’t even exist.”Luigi’s hand brushed briefly against my elbow. “I