Luca's eyes snapped up to mine.
Arianna was still clutching that bundle of keys and access cards, momentarily frozen, as if she'd forgotten which expression to put on.
I looked at Luca, my voice steady.
"You got your wine thrown back, and she got the keys she wanted. Are we done here?"
Luca's throat bobbed. He reached for me, his lips parting like he wanted to say something.
But in the very next instant, Arianna let out a soft hiss and pressed her fingers to her temple.
"Luca, I think I might have caught a chill. My head hurts..."
He pulled his hand back without a second of hesitation and turned to her.
His suit jacket came off and settled over Arianna's shoulders. He leaned down to adjust her collar, his movements careful, tender. The gesture carried the practiced authority of a man used to having people watched over, belongings accounted for, loyalties maintained.
"Don't just stand here. Go back to the room and change. I'll have someone bring hot water."
The expensive fabric was already blooming with ugly juice stains, but he didn't spare it a single glance.
Just like he hadn't spared one for me.
I turned and walked away from a place that had never been mine to begin with.
I didn't notice that Luca's gaze followed me from the moment I turned around, trailing after me until I was gone.
I took a cab back to the small apartment I hadn't lived in for ages. I practically stumbled into the bathroom, gripping the edge of the sink, and threw up for what felt like forever.
Bitter acid surged up in waves, scorching my throat raw.
When I finally lifted my head, the person in the mirror stopped me cold.
Colorless face. Hollow eyes.
She looked almost identical to the girl who had walked out of Saint Lucia's parish home ten years ago.
I was sixteen that year, fighting tooth and nail for a chance at a scholarship in a parish home where every kid was clawing for the same thing.
In the end, someone locked me in the basement storage room, and I missed the exam entirely.
I pounded on the door. I screamed until my voice gave out.
No one found me until the next day, when Luca came along with the Ashford family on one of their charity visits and heard me.
He draped his jacket over my shoulders, gentle as anything. "Your name's Bianca, right? Do you want to go home?"
That jacket was so warm. It carried a faint, clean scent I could still remember to this day.
And I did go back to the Ashford household. I got my chance at school, got clothes on my back and food on the table.
The Ashfords never liked me. They preferred Arianna. They said I was too withdrawn.
Luca was the only one who was different.
He went out of his way to visit me at the Ashford house. He helped me with schoolwork. When someone picked on me, he stepped in without being asked. The Barone name alone was enough to stop most of it before it started.
I loved him in silence for three years before I worked up the courage to tell him, the day I got my acceptance letter.
The day Luca said yes, he kissed me like it was a vow. He told me he'd give me a home, that I'd never have to suffer again.
My first kiss was so sweet it made me cry.
Now the face in the mirror was streaked with bitter tears, and I couldn't even tell when they'd started.
I reached up and wiped them away, the motion clumsy and graceless.
Seven years. I was done waiting for Luca to keep his promises.
I was rinsing my face when the bathroom door swung open without warning.
My heart slammed against my ribs. Before I could react, a familiar force pinned me against the wall.
Luca's scent crashed over me, and then his mouth was on mine.
The instant I remembered he'd kissed Arianna the same way just moments ago, my stomach turned and I shoved at his chest.
He caught my wrists, his grip impossible to break.
"Why did you hand all your keys to Arianna? I thought you'd at least put up a fight."
I stared at him. The irony was almost funny.
"Isn't that what you wanted?" I said quietly. "We broke up. Giving your fiancée the keys to your place seems pretty straightforward."
Something flickered behind his eyes, a trace of guilt he almost managed to hide, and his tone softened. His signet ring turned once against his knuckle, a small, restless motion.
"I told you, it's all an act. There's nothing between Arianna and me. If there were, it would've happened a long time ago."
"Just be good for a little while longer. Everything that's yours will still be yours. You'll always be mine, and the baby will always be my heir."
If not for the jasmine perfume clinging to his skin, Arianna's scent so thick I could almost taste it, I might have actually believed him.
I didn't bother explaining anymore.
I just nodded, going through the motions.
Luca wanted to tend to the cut on the back of my hand. I felt too wretched to resist.
His touch was surprisingly gentle. When I flinched, he instinctively blew on the wound, the way he'd done a hundred times before, as if nothing had changed.
I watched his profile, and my heart clenched before I could stop it.
It reminded me of the car ride home from the parish home, when he'd dabbed ointment on my scrapes with the same quiet care.
Then his phone rang.
Arianna's voice came through the speaker, trembling on the edge of tears.
"Luca... I feel awful, I'm so dizzy... Where did you go? I'm scared being alone..."
His fingers tightened visibly, pressing harder against my wound without realizing it.
I sucked in a sharp breath. He didn't notice.
"I'm out. Just picking up some medicine for you."
Arianna's voice turned small, cautious. "Did you... go see Bianca?"
Luca didn't miss a beat.
"No. I'm on my way back to you now."
It was spring, but I felt cold down to my bones.
The part of me that had softened moments ago felt pathetic.
Arianna was the one who got every ounce of his tenderness. How did I still not understand that?
To him, I was no different from an obedient pet. Something kept in a quiet room of the Barone world, never acknowledged where anyone could see.
I loved Luca. But I needed love that was mine alone, not scraps tossed my way out of obligation.
The cut on my hand had split open again from the pressure, fresh blood seeping through.
I couldn't tell which hurt more, my hand or my heart.
He hung up and seemed to remember I existed.
"Bianca, just hang on a few more days. Once this is over, we'll file the papers."
I said nothing.
A few more days.
Then I'd never have to endure this again.
Luca was about to leave when my phone buzzed.
A reminder from the OB-GYN popped up on the screen, confirming tomorrow's procedure.
His gaze drifted over to it. His brow creased, slowly.
"Why are you going to the OB-GYN?"
"Didn't you just go a few days ago?"
