The Temporary Wife: Luca and Valentina's Story(91)

She takes a step back and smiles. “But there’s no point in telling you that, because time will do it for me. I hope you enjoy it while it lasts. I know how much fun being with Luca can be. He really does have this way of making you feel like you’re the one for him, like he’s never felt that way about anyone else. I guess it’s because he has such single-minded focus. Too bad he doesn’t have a great attention span, though. It’d be nice if that focus of his never shifted, huh?”

She chuckles as she walks out of my office, and I sit back, rattled. I didn’t want to let her get to me, but she just mirrored my exact fears. What happens when Luca finally realizes that we truly are too different? What if his attention does shift? It wouldn’t surprise me if he chooses to abandon me once I’m no longer useful to him — if anything, I expected him to do so for the longest time. Was I foolish for thinking that these feelings could last?

“Valentina?”

I’m snapped out of my thoughts by his voice and look up to find him leaning in my doorway, a hint of concern in his eyes.

“What’s wrong, baby? Did something go wrong with the Metric deal?”

I shake my head and rise to my feet, meeting him halfway. He wraps one arm around my waist and gently cups my face. “Then what’s wrong? Is it something Jessica said?”

I look into his eyes and sigh. “Will you always look at me this way?” I ask, the words escaping my lips without thinking.

“Always,” he replies instantly.

I smile and wrap my arms around his neck. “You don’t even know what I’m talking about.”

“I don’t need to. I know that I’ll always love you the same.”

“Even if I get old and wrinkly?”

He nods. “Yep. I’ll memorize each of your wrinkles and take them as signs of years we happily spent together. I’ll be aging right along with you, my love. Will you no longer love me the same if my six-pack disappears? What if my hair falls out?”

I purse my lips and shake my head. “I’m not sure, you know? I do love you mostly for your pretty face.”

Luca chuckles and pulls me closer as he tilts his head and kisses me, once, twice, before he pulls away, his touch gentle. “No marriage is perfect, and we’ll go through seasons in life. There will be times that we’re happier than others, but through it all, I’ll be by your side. That much I can promise you. I can’t put to rest all of your fears, not just yet, but ten years from now, we’ll look back at this moment and I’ll tell you I told you so.”

I rise to my tiptoes and kiss him, my heart heavy. I didn’t think I’d ever put my faith in a man again, yet here I am, wanting to believe every single one of his words. “I can’t wait for that day,” I murmur.

Luca threads a hand through my hair and smiles, his gaze overflowing with love. “Me neither, baby, but let’s not forget to enjoy every step along the way, all right?”

I nod, my worries put to rest. “I love you,” I tell him. “I’ve never told you this, but I’m grateful that you don’t demand my trust or faith, nor do you punish me for my insecurities. I know I’m not the easiest person to be married to, but you… Luca, if soulmates exist, I think you might be mine.”

The way he smiles at me makes my heart skip a beat. He leans in, but just before his lips meet mine, both of our phones start to ring.

I step back and frown as I grab my phone from my desk. “Hey mom,” I murmur, surprised that she’d call me when she knows Luca and I are coming over in just an hour or so. We promised to spend this weekend with Abuela and her, after all.

“Val,” she says, her voice sounding strained. “Abuela… please come home, okay? Please.”

I glance at Luca, who’s staring back at me, his face pale and his own phone pressed to his ear. His hand drops to his side and his phone slips out of it, the sound of it clattering to the floor loud in my quiet office. The heartbreak in his eyes tells me everything my mother couldn’t say.





Chapter Fifty-Seven





Valentina

I stare at the closed casket in front of me, my eyes filling with tears all over again. I got one final look at her, and it kills me to know I’ll never see her again. Abuela looked so beautiful, lying there in her favorite dress. I’ve been trying to come to terms with the news, but it didn’t seem real until we arrived at the cemetery, the place filled with those that loved her.

Luca’s arm wraps around my waist, and I lean into him for support. He hasn’t left my side since we got the call. It all seems like a blur to me, but I remember fragments of him putting me in the shower, and asking both my mother and me to eat something. He’s taken care of us to the best of his abilities, and if not for him, I’m not sure I’d have it in me to stand here today.

“Val.”

I look up to find Grandma Anne, Sierra, Raven, Ares, Dion, Zane, and Lexington standing in front of me, their gazes filled with grief.

“What are you all doing here?” I murmur. I figured a few of them would drop by, but I didn’t think Dion would fly in for my abuela’s funeral.

Zane gently brushes my hair out of my face and sighs. “We’re your family,” he tells me. Sierra wraps an arm around me, and Raven presses a sweet kiss to my forehead. That’s all it takes for me to finally burst into tears, a sob tearing through my throat.