All Chapters of Ex Luna's Revenge : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chiara's POV At the hospital, with my mask firmly in place again, I walked with Francesco down to the first floor to see him off. We talked for a few hours after our conversation about Luciano De Luca, speaking about memories of the past as well as some of our more recent medical achievements. Now, unfortunately, it was time for him to get back to work. In the lobby, I gave him a hug. "Thank you for everything," I told him. He hugged me in return. "Let's not waste more years before speaking again, alright?" "I promise," I told him. Francesco was a good ally, mentor, and friend. Having him in my corner, I felt like there was nothing I couldn't achieve. Yet, in that moment, before we could even finish hugging, reporters who had been lurking inside the lobby swarmed around us. Shoving their tape recorders into our faces, they asked us question after question in such quick succession that I struggled to even understand what they were saying. "Everyone calm down," Francesco said, mo

Silvia Romano’s POV “Also on hand to give an interview was Doctor B’s mentor, Francesco, the current president of the World Healer Association,” the news anchor on the screen said. Silvia Romano hated everything about her. Her hair was overdone and her lipstick wasn’t bright enough. In fact, all of her makeup looked cheap. Silvia’s fingers curled into the couch cushions, her long painted nails digging in. Mostly, Silvia hated that this news anchor was giving Doctor B so much positive attention and praise. She didn’t deserve any of it. Whatever happened in that hospital today had to be a fluke, yet people were treating Doctor B like she was some kind of saint. The footage switched from the studio back to the outside of the hospital, where an old man, Francesco, stood in front of the microphones. “Doctor B was my apprentice for several years. I personally watched her dedication to her craft. She was a brilliant student who committed so much of herself to her work. She barely left

Chiara’s POV My words stunned Luciano De Luca speechless. He stared at me wordlessly for several long moments, his mouth tightly shut. A muscle at the corner of his jaw ticked. “You…” he began, then stopped himself short. He tried twice more. “Chiara… How…” Each time, he abruptly quieted. I had said what I said, and I couldn’t take it back now, no matter how much the words left a sour taste in my mouth. If this was what I had to do to finally push Luciano De Luca into signing the divorce, then I would see it through, even if it hurt us both. Eventually, I reasoned, he would find words to properly express how he felt, but for both our sakes, I needed to end this before that happened. “You understand now,” I said. I attempted to be cold, but my voice still cracked. “I don’t want to hear from you again unless it’s to discuss arrangements for the divorce.” I turned away from him, ready to go inside and let the tears I’d been shoving back fall, but Luciano De Luca caught me by the w

Chiara’s POV In a panic, I immediately swiveled back around, facing away from Luciano De Luca and the door. Grabbing my mask, I re-covered my face with shaking hands. Had Luciano seen me? Did he know it was Chiara under this mask? My heart hammered in my chest, and my breathing was short and shallow in my panic. "I apologize for disturbing you so late, Doctor B, but I was hoping I could share a word with you?" Luciano asked. If he knew I was Chiara, that was an odd thing to say. Clearing my throat, I put on my most professional air, even while panicking on the inside, and turned to face him, my mask fully in place—I double-checked. He gave me a friendly, though small, kind of smile. If he knew I was Chiara, he would likely be furious, or more demanding. He would at least have questions. But he seemed content just looking at me, waiting for me to reply. "What?" I said, having already forgotten the question. "Can we talk a minute?" he said. "Oh. Of course," I replied. Noddin

Luciano De Luca’s POV She called me Luciano. That was the first thought to run through my mind as Chiara opened the door for me at Caterina's house. The second? Why did her face fall so much when she saw it was me, and not Giacomo? It was as if the bright light inside of her had been snuffed out. Did I truly provide so much displeasure to her that my mere presence would cause her glowing smile to entirely dim into a hard, gray frown? "Luciano," she said, correcting herself far too late. The damage was done. I knew now who she had been expecting to see — who she had been wanting to see. Not me, but Giacomo, my errant, playboy cousin. I'd always considered Chiara a woman of discerning tastes. Why then had she yet to realize what an absolute cad Giacomo truly was? He was not a man to be trusted, and certainly not one to be wanting to see. Yet here Chiara had been, excitedly saying his name, hoping for him at her door. It made my guts tie up into angry, uncomfortable knots. T