Not when marriages can offer political and business advantages.
It makes me sad for her because she deserves what I have now, a marriage built on love.
"She'll be alright," I say, though I don’t entirely believe it. "Valentina's stronger than any of us."
Luca nods, but his vigilance never wavers.
Two hours later, the engine of the private plane hums as New York disappears below us.
Beside me, Enzo presses his face against the glass, his breath fogging the surface as he watches the city shrink.
"Look, Mommy! Everything's so small now!"
I smile, running my fingers through his hair. "That's because we're flying so high."
Luca sits across from us, watching our son with adoration.
The look on his face makes my heart swell.
Luca is even more of a father than I’d expected or hoped.
“Are you having fun?” he asks.
“Yes!” Enzo grins. “I love it.”
“Good, because we’ll be flying back and forth quite a bit."
I knew Luca was successful, but I’ll admit the luxury jet surprised me.
I assumed we’d fly First Class.
But then we arrived at his Chicago penthouse and I’m beginning to understand the size and magnitude of what Luca has built here.
The home has floor-to-ceiling windows framing Lake Michigan.
The rooms are so vast Enzo could ride his bike through them.
"This is all ours?" Enzo’s wide eyes take in everything.
"All ours," Luca confirms, his arm sliding around my waist. "Want to see your bedroom?”
“Yay!”
Luca guides down the hall. “Here you go, buddy.”
"This is MY room?" Enzo's voice rises to a pitch I've never heard before.
I peek past them and my heart nearly stops.
The space has walls painted in vibrant blues, shelves lined with more toys than Enzo has ever owned, and centered beneath the window, a bed shaped like a racecar, complete with working headlights.
He had to have called ahead to have this arranged.
I’m truly moved by his thoughtfulness even as I worry about spoiling Enzo.
"Yes. You like it?”
“I love it, Daddy. Thank you.” Enzo wraps his arms around Luca’s legs, hugging tightly. “Can I look at the toys?”
