All Chapters of He Divorced Me, Now He's Begging for My Love: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Aidan Smith had not planned to come to Milan himself.That was what teams were for. He had an entire acquisitions department; smart, capable people who got paid very well to walk into buildings and figure out if partnering with them made sense.He trusted his team. He had given three separate people the job of closing the LUXE deal and all three had come back saying the founder was polite, professional, and impossible to pin down. He arrived two days ago in Milan for this too.So here he was, on a Wednesday morning.His driver pulled up to the LUXE building at eight forty-five. Aidan stepped out, straightened his jacket, and looked at the building.It was clean. He was impressed."The advance team is already inside," his assistant, Priya, said, falling into step beside him."We're set for nine, boss""Good." Aidan's phone vibrated. Jane.He considered ignoring it.Then answered.“Yes, Jane?”Her voice was sharp, impatient. “Did you land already?”“Yes, about two days ago too.”“Oh- Bu

The café on Cler street had no name above the door. She had never told a single person from work about it. Evelyn had found the place by accident in her second year in Milan, when Leon was a baby. She had pushed the stroller through that black door and Gilles had looked at the baby, looked at her, and put a coffee on the counter without being asked.She had been coming ever since.It was the one place in Milan that felt like peace to her. No meetings happened here. No contracts were signed at these tables. Just coffee and relaxation.Which was exactly why, when she walked in on Thursday morning and saw Aidan Smith sitting at the corner table with a coffee and a newspaper, her first feeling was not surprise.It was more of a violation.He looked up when the door opened. He did not look like a man who had been caught doing something wrong. He looked like a man who had been waiting and was quietly relieved that the wait was over.“Evelyn,” he opened his mouth to speak."Don't," Evelyn sai

Leon woke up and the first thing he said was “I'm hungry.”Not hello. Not mommy. Not where am I or what happened or why does my arm feel funny. Just that. Evelyn was out of the chair in seconds. Two days of barely sleeping had not slowed her down at all. She was just suddenly upright, eyes on him.He blinked at her.She blinked back.“Hi, Mommy,” he said.“Hi baby,” Her voice came out smaller than she meant it to. She sat on the edge of the bed and touched his face — his cheek, his forehead, his chin, just checking. Just making sure he was all there. "How do you feel?'"Hungry," he said again."Besides hungry."He thought about it. "My arm feels weird.”'That's the tube. It's giving you medicine.'He looked at it. Turned his arm slightly to see it better. "Does it have to stay?""For a little while.""Okay." He looked back at her. Just like that — okay. No fuss, no crying, just okay. He had always been like that. Even as a baby he had taken things in and sat with them. "Can I have food

Dr. Moreau came in at nine in the morning with good news for once.Leon was sitting up in bed eating toast and Gerald was propped against the pillow when the doctor walked in, reviewed the chart, checked Leon's vitals, and said the words Evelyn had been waiting three days to hear."He's strong enough to move around, at least. Short walks." He looked at Leon over his glasses. "Nothing too exciting, little one.""Got it," Leon said through a mouthful of toast."Chew your food, honey," Evelyn said.Dr. Moreau smiled. "He stays for two more days. Just for monitoring, but the worst is behind us." He looked at Evelyn properly. "He's doing well. Better than expected.""I told you," Leon said."You did," Evelyn agreed quietly.After the doctor left she sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her son."Can I go to the common room with the toys?" he asked."After you finish that toast."The common room was at the end of the paediatric corridor. It was cheerful in the deliberate way of hospital