The Double Life of My Pregnant Ex-Wife (Carmen and Marco) novel Chapter 94

Carmen stood in the study, her hands resting on the back of a chair as she scanned the stack of paperwork in front of her. The Venetti family operations were running smoothly, but the details always seemed endless. She sighed, rubbing her temples.

“Am I interrupting something?”

Carmen looked up to see Marco leaning casually against the doorframe, a playful smirk on his lips.

“Not at all,” she said with a soft smile. “But if you’ve got bad news, you might want to save it for later.”

Marco chuckled as he stepped into the room, his hands hidden behind his back. “Actually, I have something better than news.”

Carmen raised an eyebrow. “Do you now?”

He walked closer, pulling a small envelope from behind his back and handing it to her. “Open it.”

Curious, Carmen tore it open, her eyes widening as she read the words inside. “A private island?” she said, looking up at him in disbelief.

Marco nodded. “We deserve this, Carmen. After everything we’ve been through, it’s time we focus on us. No business, no threats—just you, me, and some peace and quiet.”

Carmen’s lips parted in surprise before a radiant smile spread across her face. “You planned this?”

“I wanted to give you something special,” he said, cupping her face with his hands. “You’ve done so much for our family, for me. You deserve a break. We both do.”

She threw her arms around his neck, laughing softly. “How could I say no to that?”

***

The sound of waves greeted them as they stepped off the small boat onto the private island. Carmen’s breath caught as she took in the scene—white sandy beaches stretched endlessly, and the turquoise ocean sparkled under the sun.

“This is incredible,” she said, turning to Marco.

“It’s all ours for the week,” Marco said, his hand resting lightly on her waist. “And no interruptions.”

A staff member guided them to their villa—a stunning retreat perched on a hill with floor-to-ceiling windows offering panoramic ocean views. The space was open and airy, with luxurious touches that felt both intimate and indulgent.

Carmen wandered to the balcony, the breeze catching her hair as she gazed out at the water. “This is perfect, Marco.”

He came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Only the best for you,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, Carmen and Marco walked hand in hand along the beach. The waves lapped gently at their feet, the soft orange and pink hues of the sunset creating a serene backdrop.