Chapter 6 - The Confession
I stood frozen with my hand on the door handle, my breath catching in my throat. For a long, breathless moment, neither of us spoke. The ghosts of our past—the penthouse, the cold hospital rooms, the night he walked out—hung heavily in the narrow apartment hallway.
“Please, Nia,” Luca whispered, taking one slow step closer, though he respected the barrier of the chained door. “Just five minutes. That’s all I’m asking.”
Marcus quietly stepped back, melting into the shadows of the stairwell, leaving us alone.
Slowly, reluctantly, I unlatched the safety chain and pulled the door open just enough for him to see inside, though I didn't invite him in.
“You shouldn't be here, Luca,” I said, my voice trembling despite my best efforts to keep it steady. “If Evelyn’s people are watching you—if the press finds this address—you’re putting my children in danger.”
“I don't care about the press. I don't care about Evelyn or the board or the stock prices,” Luca said, his dark eyes shining with unshed tears. He pointed a shaking hand toward the living room, where Maya’s laughter drifted down the hall. “When I saw them on Saturday… I realized how much of my life I’ve wasted chasing shadows. I thought I was building an empire, Nia. But I was just building a gilded cage.”
“You made your bed, Luca,” I replied, my voice hard, though my heart was aching. “You chose the polished life. You chose the woman who fit your brand. You let your ego convince you that I was the broken one because you couldn't handle the idea that nature didn't bend to your timeline.”
Luca flinched as if I had struck him across the face. He dropped his gaze to the floor, his shoulders slumping under an unbearable weight.
“I was arrogant,” he choked out, his voice cracking. “When the doctors told us month after month that nothing was happening, I let the whispers get inside my head. My mother’s family had a history of pride, and I thought… I thought if you couldn't give me a child, maybe you weren't meant to be part of what I was building. God, Nia, I was so stupid.”
“Yes, you were,” I agreed quietly.
“When we split up, I thought I was freeing us both,” he continued, looking back up, his eyes locking onto mine with desperate pleading. “And then years later, when Evelyn and I tried… when the specialists told me the truth—that my sperm count had been compromised by an old injury from my college football days, that I was the reason we couldn't conceive naturally all those years—it felt like the floor dropped out from under my soul.”
I stared at him, stunned. The secret I had buried deep inside—the medical reality we had never fully uncovered because Luca refused to test himself back then—had finally caught up to him.
“You knew,” I whispered.
“I found out two years ago,” Luca admitted, a tear finally spilling over his lash and cutting a clean path down his stubbled cheek. “And every single day since then, I’ve lived with the knowledge that I blamed you for something that was my fault. I destroyed the only person who ever truly loved me for who I was, not what I owned.”
He took another step forward, stopping just inches from the threshold.
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“Let me be their father, Nia,” he begged, his voice breaking completely. “You can hate me. You can sue me for every penny I have. You can keep me out of your life forever. But please… don't keep me away from my children.”
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