The car raced through the city traffic, but inside the cabin, the silence was deafening—heavier and louder than any noise outside. Rosa kept her gaze fixed out the window, watching the blurred city lights, yet she couldn't stop herself. From the corner of her eye, she stole a glance at her ex-husband.
Luciano looked deadly serious, his focus entirely on the road. He had been through chaos all evening—first tearing her away from Laura’s henchmen, then keeping a vigil at the hospital during her examination. Yet, he looked untouched by it all.
He had tossed his black suit jacket into the backseat. Now, only his crisp white shirt remained, hugging his well-sculpted frame. As Rosa’s eyes unknowingly trailed down, her heartbeat began to race. The fabric strained slightly over his broad shoulde
