Luciano POV
I just could not believe this. How could she do this to me? Didn’t she realize that I was dying inside since Eleanor left this house? With each passing day, I feel like I died a little more.
“Here is the soup for you…” mom stopped on her track after she saw that I had her phone. There’s a hint of shock in her eyes, but there’s no slight guilt there.
“Care to explain this? How did you get his number?” I asked her raising the phone so that she knew about the message that I just saw.
“Luci… I can explain.” She said, putting the bowl of soup on the table.
I opened his message and I got even more surprised to see the number of messages he sent to mom. It was a lot.
Make sure you’ll both never step foot in New York again.
It was one of the messages that mom wrote to him.
