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Zara's POVI wake up with Liam curled against my side, his small hand fisted in my pyjamas. His forehead is cooler now; the fever has broken. I press my palm against his skin and feel relief wash over me like a wave. His breathing is steady, his cheeks no longer flushed with that terrible heat. He is going to be okay.I slip out of bed carefully, not wanting to wake him, and head for the kitchen to make tea. I stare out the window, watching the sun rise over the city as I sip. I should feel relieved and grateful, but all I feel is exhaustion and emptiness.My phone buzzes on the counter.Valerio: How is he this morning?I stare at the message, the memory of the number of times I tried to tell him about Liam back then, fresh in my memory like it happened yesterday. Three years ago, I had the test in my hand, heart pounding as I waited for Valerio to come home. I had imagined the moment so many times; his eyes widening, that rare genuine smile breaking across his face, his hands on m
Zara's POVI don’t remember leaving his office.One moment I am standing there, frozen, watching the hurt in his eyes. The next, I am in the elevator, pressing the button for the parking garage over and over, my hands shaking so badly I almost drop my keys."Go home, Zara." His voice echoes in my head. "I am not asking. I am telling you."I’m already driving before I realize I have started the engine. The city blurs past me: red lights, stop signs, pedestrians, but my mind is still in his office, still replaying the way he looked at me when I told him about Liam. The concern in his voice and the way he said my name like a plea.“He would be a good father,” I think, if he knew.I push the thought away. I cannot afford to think about that now. I have to get home and check on Liam. I have to—My phone buzzes in the cupholder, and I glance at it at a red light.Valerio: Text me when you get home. Let me know how he is.I stare at the message for a long moment, my thumb hovering over the k
Zara’s POVI jolt awake to Liam’s small body burning against mine.The clock on his nightstand glows 3:17 a.m., and his skin feels like fire. I press my palm to his forehead, and my stomach drops. The fever has spiked hard, his cheeks flushed scarlet, his breathing shallow and fast. He whimpers in his sleep, tiny fists clutching my shirt tightly, and my heart breaks at the sight. "Mommy..." he whimpers, eyes still closed."I'm here, baby. I'm right here.” I whisper, voice cracking as I sit up and gather him closer, his little body trembling. I strip him down to his diaper, press a cool cloth to his forehead, and reach for the thermometer on the bedside table. I watch the numbers climb…103.8. Panic claws up my throat.I rock him gently, humming the lullaby he loves even though my voice shakes, while he makes soft, pained sounds that break my heart. I grab the children’s fever reducer and manage to get some into him with a sippy cup of water. He drinks a little, then curls back agains
Valerio's POVI take the long way, circling the block twice before I finally force myself to park. Every red light feels like a warning, and every turn feels like a mistake. I tell myself I am doing the right thing. Clara is my fiancée, and Zara does not want me.But none of it helps. My hands grip the steering wheel so hard my knuckles ache. Zara's face keeps burning behind my eyes, the way she looked at me in the dim hallway, lips parted, breath trembling, her body so close I could feel the heat of her through the thin fabric of her clothes. The way her voice cracked when she told me to leave. “Leave, Valerio.”I had almost kissed her; I had almost said fuck the rule, fuck the consequences, fuck everything, but…she pushed me away. “She told you to leave,” I murmur to myself, the thought like a knife twisting in my chest. “She doesn’t want you.”I should feel relieved, but the rejection feels like acid in my stomach.I pull up outside Clara's building and kill the engine. For a lo
Zara’s POV The apartment door clicks shut behind me, and I lean against it for a second, eyes closed, trying to steady the storm inside my chest. Valerio’s silent treatment is having an effect on me, and I shouldn't care, but that's not it, because I saw how he looked at me across his desk, like he's fighting the same pull. Then he asked about Liam and that tiny part of me that still clings to the past gets hope. I had texted that Liam wasn't well, and that I might be late to work though I made it just in time. I drop my bag and walk straight to Liam’s room. He’s awake, propped up against pillows with flushed cheeks and glassy eyes. Mrs. Rivera sits beside him, reading in a soft voice. The moment he sees me, his little face lights up, even through the discomfort. “Mommy,” he croaks, reaching for me. I cross the room in three strides and pull him into my arms, holding him tight against my chest, his small body warm, too warm. The guilt hits me like a physical blow. I've been aw
Valerio’s POVI barely slept. The coffee she made sat on my desk until it went cold, and I could not bring myself to throw it away before leaving the office.Now, the penthouse feels like a cage this morning.I stand at the window with a cup of black coffee gone cold in my hand, watching the city wake up below. Tokyo was a mistake, not the deal, that is progressing exactly as planned. The mistake was bringing Zara along, because those three days of proximity have just made it everything weird, and the whole scandal has left me torn between following my instincts and acting like the good gentleman that I am. Now, I have to keep my distance and act like I didn’t want her in all the ways known to man. “Perché non riesco a staccarmi da te?” (Why can't I pull away from you?) I murmur into the bedroom while pacing the length of the room. My thoughts keep circling back to her like muscle memory. I set the coffee down untouched and walk to my desk, the old photo still hidden in the drawer.
Zara’s POVThe gown feels too elegant for someone with a heavy heart as mine.I stand in front of the mirror in my small apartment, soothing down the deep emerald green dress I had bought on sales two weeks ago. It hugs my figure without being flashy; professional enough for an assistant, but still
Zara’s POVThe drive home from the office feels longer than usual. Luca’s words keep echoing in my head. “He found something last night. An old photo.” My hands grip the steering wheel tighter as I navigate the late-night traffic. Valerio has found a photo in my desk drawer; wait…is it the one tuc
Valerio’s POVThe office felt too quiet after Zara left. Her presence still lingers everywhere; at her desk, in the air, in the way the chair was slightly pushed back like she had left in a hurry. I sit down in her seat, leaning back, trying to make sense of the storm raging inside my head.These f
Zara’s POVMy legs are still unsteady when I return to my desk after the break room incident. Valerio’s touch burns on my hip, my waist, the sensitive skin below my ear. I can still feel the hard press of his body against mine, the raw hunger in his voice when he told me this wasn’t finished.I sit







