The End of a Marriage (Colette and Matheo) novel Chapter 128

Chapter 128

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She hit her lip, recalling the disaster that had followed their first marriage It had been a spectacle that turned their lives into a public battleground. His family had erupted in outrage; protests had broken out, and the paparazzi had latched on like wolves. Luca was painted as the heartless traitor who had left the glamorous Carlotta, and Amber was Branded as the scarlet woman who had “trapped” the notorious businessman with a child. Every magazine, every news outlet had torn into them, their stories splashed across every headline for weeks. The scandal had hit his family hard. And his business–their company–had taken a massive hit. Stocks plummeted, investors withdrew, and the company’s reputation had been tainted in ways that took years to recover,

So why would he risk everything again?

Unless…

Amber’s gaze drifted down to Nico, watching as he played with his Lego set, blissfully unaware of the tempest he’d just set off inside her. Of course, Luca had done it for Nico before. The marriage, the sacrifice–every decision had been for his son. And now… could it be that he still felt that pull, that duty, that made him consider something as reckless as this all over again?

She couldn’t just sit here. She needed answers. She took a deep breath, forcing her voice to remain calm.

“Nico, baby,” she said, her voice catching just a little. “Stay here for a moment, okay? Mummy has to… has to run a quick errand.” She leaned down, kissed his head, and smoothed his hair back before hurrying out of the room.

As she moved quickly up the stairs, Gabriella’s head appeared from the kitchen, her sour expression softening as she glanced at Nico. For a moment, she watched him in silence. Gone was the bitterness from before; instead, there was something knowing, a hint of resigned

amusement.

She murmured under her breath, her voice too quiet for Nico to hear. “Well, I was right after all. You’re the smartest one in this family, little one,” she said, as she watched him. “And the rest of them…” She shook her head, muttering to herself “Asini ciechi. Blind donkeys.”

“Really, no one saw this coming?”

With one last shake of her head, she clicked her tongue in disapproval and turned back to her work in the kitchen, peeling the potatoes she needed for making Gnoochi for tonight’s dinner. Maybe, she will make apple pie too.

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