Chapter 7 - The Mansion Echoes With Bitter Regret
The cavernous halls of the Moretti penthouse felt like a tomb as midnight ticked slowly toward the early hours of morning.
Luca sat alone in his darkened leather study, a bottle of aged scotch sitting untouched on the mahogany desk before him.
He stared blankly at a digital photo frame cycling through pictures of his corporate acquisitions and ribbon-cutting ceremonies.
None of it mattered anymore.
The skyscrapers, the billions in liquid assets, and the global empire suddenly felt like hollow monuments to his own monumental stupidity.
He had blamed Nia for their empty nursery, letting corporate stress and toxic whispers convince him that she was somehow broken.
He had let her walk out into the snow without a fight because his pride mattered more than his marriage.
And all the while, she had been carrying his children—twins who possessed his eyes, his spirit, and his unyielding resilience.
Evelyn had packed her bags and stormed off to her family estate two hours ago, screaming about humiliation and broken promises.
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He didn't care about Evelyn.
He only cared about finding the address where his children were currently sleeping under a roof he hadn't provided.
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