Nana fell asleep almost the moment her head hit the pillow.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered to her, even though she couldn’t hear me. “I’m so sorry, baby.”
I stayed there longer than I should have. Just watching her. Memorizing her face. Because everything else in my life had already been taken from me.
When I finally left her room, I didn’t walk. I collapsed onto my bed like my bones had given up. The sobs came hard and ugly, shaking my whole body until there was nothing left inside me.
Gusion Colombo.
Billionaire. Tech empire king. Investor everyone worshipped.
Gusion used to chase me like I was the only thing that mattered. When my family sent me to Paris for business, he booked a flight the same night.
“I can’t go a whole week without you,” he’d said, standing in the hotel lobby with flowers, smiling like he’d won something.
I laughed and called him crazy.
He pulled me close and said, “Yeah. Crazy about you.”
Back then, he was warm. Possessive. Proud to be mine.
We got married fast.
Our honeymoon was Sydney. A whole month of luxury and soft mornings and nights that felt endless. He promised me forever like it was a fact, not a lie. When Nana was born, he hovered over me like I might break.