All Chapters of Her Ex-husband's Deception : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

In the weeks that followed the dinner event, Pietro’s presence in Skylar’s life became increasingly significant. Each visit to her home, brought a sense of comfort and companionship. One afternoon, as Pietro arrived at Skylar’s doorstep with Sofia in tow, he was greeted by the joyful chaos of family life. Children’s laughter filled the air as Lorenzo and Jared played with Valentina, their shouts echoing through the house. Sofia quickly exchanged pleasantries and made her way over to the children who immediately abandoned their games in favour of bombarding her with stories and questions. “Hey there, Pietro,” Skylar greeted him with a warm smile, her eyes lighting up at the sight of him. “Come on in. We’re just about to have lunch.” As they settled around the table, Pietro couldn’t help but notice the sadness in Skylar’s eyes whenever Lorenzo brought up the topic of his absent father. It has started earlier that week. Lorenzo would just randomly ask for his father or his whereab

Skylar stirred her tea thoughtfully, the rhythmic clinking of the spoon against the ceramic cup providing a soothing backdrop to the evening. Emilio, sat across from her, his brow furrowed as he stared into his own cup. The familiar comfort of their nightly tea ritual after the children were put to bed, was one of the few constants in their lives, amongst all the chaos. “So, how was work today?” Skylar asked, breaking the silence. Emilio looked up, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Busy, as usual. But there’s something I want to talk to you about.” Skylar raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. Emilio was not one to keep things from her. “What’s up?” He took a deep breath, seemingly gathering his thoughts. “I want you to meet someone,” he said, his voice steady but soft. Skylar’s eyes widened in surprise. “Someone? Like... who?” Emilio’s smile grew a bit wider, but there was a hint of nervousness in his eyes. “Her name is Evelyn. We’ve been seeing each other

I closed the box containing the memories of my past with a soft click. As I stood up, I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of nostalgia lifting slightly off my shoulders. Today was a new day, and I needed to freshen up and prepare for what lay ahead. I left my room and headed downstairs, the sound of clinking dishes and cheerful chatter growing louder with each step. “Good morning,” I greeted as I entered the kitchen. Skylar, was there with the children, already setting the table for breakfast. The sight of them brought a smile to my face. “Morning, Emilio,” Skylar replied, her voice warm and welcoming. The kids echoed her greeting, their faces lighting up with innocent joy. I joined them at the table, savouring the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and warm toast. As we settled in, Skylar turned to me with a curious glint in her eyes. “So, Emilio, tell me, how did you meet Evelyn?” she asked, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “And how did your relationship develop?” I chuc

Skylar’s life had found a rhythm she never thought possible. After years of a marriage that lacked the warmth of a true partnership, she was now revelling in the new relationship with Pietro. The way they had eased into each other’s lives felt natural, and it was heart-warming to see her sons, Jared and Lorenzo, bond with Sofia. The sound of children playing in the backyard filled the house with a joyful energy that Skylar cherished. “Mom, look! Sofia taught us a new game,” Jared exclaimed as he and Lorenzo ran into the kitchen, their faces flushed with excitement. “That’s wonderful, sweetie. Just be careful not to break anything,” Skylar responded, her voice full of affection as she chopped vegetables at the kitchen island. Sofia was staying the night at their place as her father left to attend a convention out of town. On the other hand, Emilio and Valentina had also found new happiness. After five years of mourning his late wife, Emilio had opened his heart to Evelyn, to anoth

Pietro pulled up to the quaint restaurant, still shaking off the remnants of his red-eye flight. The convention had been draining, and he was looking forward to a quiet meal before heading over to Skylar’s to pick up his daughter, Sophia. The bell above the door chimed as he entered, and the warm, homey aroma of baked bread and fresh herbs greeted him. “Table for one, please,” he said to the hostess, offering a tired smile. She nodded and led him to a small table by the window. Pietro settled in, glancing over the menu, when a familiar voice caught his attention. “Mr. Reynolds, you must understand, our growth potential is immense,” the voice was insistent, pleading. Pietro’s eyes darted to a corner booth where Jason, sat with another man. Jason’s face was set in a stern mask, his posture rigid. “No, Marcus. I’ve heard enough,” Jason said, cutting the other man off. Pietro’s interest waned, and he turned his attention back to the menu. He had just decided on a pasta dish whe