The End of a Marriage (Colette and Matheo) novel Chapter 148

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Chapter 148

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“Come to gloat?” she asked, her voice a mixture of bitterness and exhaustion.

Luca studied her in the dim light, his gaze steady and unwavering. “Is there anything to gout abxxx? His voice was cales, but beneath & free was a depth of understanding. He wanted her to know that, despite everything, he was on her side. If be bad pushed her into this decision, it

was only because he believed it was the right thing for her- for both of them.

Amber’s eyes flickered to the side, avoiding his gaze. “I’m sorry, I’m just not in the right frame of mind,” the said quietly, her voice trembling

slightly as she spoke. “What with everything… with your mother and Nico Don’t think for a second that I don’t appreciate what you’re doing

I know you’re making a sacrifice.”

Luca felt a knot tighten in his chest. Sacrifice? The word lingered uncomfortably in the air, a misunderstanding that struck kiss with unexpected force. He had never thought of it that way. To him, being with his wife and son was what he wanted most in life. It wasn’t a sacrifice–it was everything. He took a step closer to the bed, his eyes fixed on Amber. “Sacrifice?” he echoed, his voice low. “Is that what you think? That being with you and Nico is a sacrifice?”

Amber didn’t meet his eyes. Instead, she looked down, the weight of everything pressing on her like a physical force. She didn’t respond, but

her silence spoke volumes.

Luca felt his heart tighten, a pang of sorrow for her that matched his own. He knew she was struggling, and the last thing he wanted to do was add to her pain. “I suppose,” he began, his voice softening, “your decision to come to the States to care for Nico… that’s why Carlotta ended

our engagement, isn’t it?”

The words hung in the air, but they were not the words he really wanted to speak. The truth of it was, the broken engagement wasn’t just about the logistics of his life with Nico. The reason Carlotta had ended things was because his heart had never fully belonged to her. His love had always been with Amber. He had told her that, plainly, just the night before–telling her that he had never stopped loving her, that she was the one who had always held his heart. But she had refused to believe him, as she always had, and he hadn’t pushed her further on that. He

didn’t need to.

But now, looking at her–so fragile, so vulnerable in that moment–he couldn’t bear to press her any further. He wouldn’t say those words again, not now. Not when she was like this.

Luca paused, letting the silence settle between them. His thoughts shifted, and a quiet resolve formed in his mind. He could feel the uncertainty that had been building in him over the past few days slip away replaced by a renewed sense of determination. He wasn’t going to let anything hold them back anymore.

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“I’ve already made arrangements,” he said, his voice firm but gentle. “I’ve alerted my pilot. The jet will be ready tomorrow morning. We’ll be in

the States in a few hours.”

Amber looked at him–really looked at him this time. Her dark, expressive eyes lingered on his face, moving over him with a kind of scrutiny that felt almost tactile. Luca could feel her gaze, heavy and deliberate, like a touch that wasn’t quite physical but still sent ripples of sensation coursing through him. Her intent expression stirred something primal in him, something he struggled to contain.

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