Luca’s pov
It wasn’t a surprise that I wasn’t able to get a sleep throughout the night. What was a surprise, was that I was expecting her to forgive me as soon as I get to explain myself to her.
Armani made me understand that it was a dumb mindset.
I didn’t bother trying to sleep last night because I knew I wasn’t going to be successful. I knew it was gonna break me to even attempt to sleep in the bed without Sofia in it.
To avoid hurting myself more than I’m currently in, I tried not to go into the bedroom at all cost.
I spent most of the night trying to get through to Sofia on the phone, not because I was worried about her safety, because that wasn’t the case at all.
I knew where she was, her guards relayed that to me as soon as they got to the destination. I knew she was as safe as possible because I sent some guards to go guard the hotel as secretly as possible to provide more security for her.
The reason why I kept trying to reach her was because I wanted to hear her voice.
But, her phone was switched off throughout, and the thought of her being all alone in the hotel, crying because of me hurting her this way, made me hole in my chest to only get deeper and wider.
Armani had met me in my dishelved state on arriving home at some time past five a. m, faintly smelling of smoke and looking sated as fuck. Of course, I’d have wanted to instantly pry on a normal day, but the pain I had been wallowing in when he walked in, prevented me from being able to concentrate on anything that wasn’t the thoughts of Sofia floating around my head.
Armani figured out that something was wrong immediately. Of course, I hadn’t meant to let him know at first because it wasn’t only embarrassing, it was also painful to admit because it made it seem like I didn’t care about Sofia like I always claim to.
“I can’t even lie, I feel extremely disappointed in you right now.” Armani murmured once I was done speaking and it only made my heart break more because if there was something I never wanted to do in life, is to disappoint Armani. As someone who he looked up to since he was young, I could never do wrong in his eyes and I lived up to my image in his head with zero stress because that was my normal lifestyle.
But, listening to him admit that he was disappointed in me, broke my heart even more. Not only had I hurt my wife, I had also disappointed the second person I completely cared for in the entire world.
In a way, I knew he was able to look past the love and respect he has for me to feel disappointment in me because he actually, genuinely cared for Sofia. That pleased me immensely, I liked the fact that they both formed some sort of bond with themselves, I love the fact that they actually cared for each other.
But now, Armani was disappointed in me, and it was all my fault.
“Also, I won’t be helping you try to fix this. I won’t try to convince her to accept your ass back. You fucked up big time, Luca.”
I almost rolled my eyes as his response sank into my head. I had already gotten the memo just fine, he didn’t need to keep pointing out to me every few seconds.
“I wonder how she’s currently fairing.” He murmured as he poured himself a drink. “Poor Sofia.”
“Aren’t you gonna ask how I’m fairing?” I demanded but he only snorted.
“You’re not the victim here, Sofia is. And besides, it’s quite obvious that you’re not faring well, because you look like crap.”
I let out a tired sigh and leaned into the couch I had been sitting on for hours. “Thanks for the compliment, brother.” I called out but Armani only chuckled as he settled into another couch.
“So, what are you gonna do next?” He asked, looking serious and also worried. I knew he was worried about me even though he was trying to hide it.
“I’m gonna try to fix it.”
“Yeah, you really fucking should. Go get your wife back.”
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If only it was as easy as Armani had made it sound.
If anything, it proved to be one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.
To put it out there: Sofia refused to see me.
After trying to get through to her for two days, when I finally became successful, she outrightly told me that she doesn’t want to see me.
That made me almost fall on my knees in public.
Feeling confused, I instantly began to bombard her with apologies and pleas through tests because she still refused to answer my calls.
She told me she knew I knew where she was at, and that she knew I wouldn’t dare to show up without her permission, and of course I had agreed, because I had thought about the same thing too. I mean, I did consider driving to her hotel the very next day after she left home for the hotel but Armani adviced me against it because he claimed it was only gonna piss her off me, and that wasn’t something I wanted to cause knowingly or unknowingly.
Sofia refused to respond to my texts after that, throwing me into another train of panic till night time when she suddenly responded, claiming she wanted to tell me something.
Of course, I responded instantly because her text had been the only thing I had looked forward to and hoped for since the start of the day.
Although, I didn’t expect what she typed next. Never did I see it coming since the moment she stormed out of the house.
‘I’d like to cheat back. That’s the only thing I’m interested in doing now.”