Thirty Years, One Mistake Chapter 06

Thirty Years, One Mistake Chapter 06

I picked up the divorce agreement and pushed it 

toward him. 

“Losing the child was the best outcome for both 

of us.” 

“He didn’t have to come into this world and face a 

lying father and a broken family.” 

“Sign it.” 

“We’re done here.” 

I tilted my head. “I guess that’s everything.” 

I used to think I couldn’t live without him. But when 

the day came, it was just that simple. 

Thirty years together so that’s all it amounted 

1. to. 

No wonder he could throw it away so easily. 

Luca looked at the agreement like it was a 

monster. 

He jerked his head up, eyes bloodshot, voice 

hoarse. 

“No. I won’t sign it.” 

“Linda, I can’t live without you.” 

“I just –” 

I cut him off. “Enough.” 

“You said all that eight years ago.” 

“I don’t want to hear it.” 

“Don’t explain why you cheated. I don’t want to 

know.” 

Every detail about Erin it was all so disgusting. 

Those little details were like stones, jabbing at my heart over and over. They didn’t just shatter the 

happiness I’d fooled myself into believing – they 

kept reminding me how despicable the man I truly 

loved really was. 

“It’s my fault.” 

“Linda, but I don’t want to lose us.” 

Luca leaned close, his hot tears falling on my 

hand. 

“Every mistake is mine. I shouldn’t have done it. 

I’m such an idiot.” 

“But we’ve been together so long.” 

“Just think – can you really bear to let me go?” 

I closed my eyes and smiled bitterly. 

“You let me go first.” 

“I didn’t! I made a mistake, but is it really 

unforgivable?!” 

Luca got agitated, grabbing my shoulders. 

“I’ll end it with Erin right now. I’ll never see her 

again.” 

“I’ve loved you for so many years – how can you 

be so cruel?” 

His hands shook. 

“You can’t just hand me a death sentence like this. 

I can’t live without you.” 

“I’ll die…” 

Such familiar lines. 

Eight years ago, he used that act to keep me. 

Now, I only found it laughable. 

“Really?” 

I looked at him calmly, like a stranger. 

“Then go ahead and die.” 

I stood up and turned to leave. 

Mrs. Falcone’s face was pale. She stopped me, 

eyes red. 

“Linda, it’s all Luca’s fault. He’s a jerk for cheating. 

Punish him however you want, but please don’t say divorce.” 

“You’ve been together since you were children. 

These years you’ve been with us, we’ve treated you 

like our own daughter. It took so long for you to 

finally get pregnant…” 

She covered her face and sobbed. 

“You two were such a perfect match.” 

“Enough!” 

My father stood up and put himself between me and them. 

My mother, who had always been polite to the Falcone family, turned cold for the first time. 

“Luca, this isn’t the first time you’ve cheated! My daughter gave you a chance eight years ago – and what did you do? How could you do this to her?!” 

“If you don’t sign the divorce papers today, we’ll 

see you in court!” 

“If you bother us again, we’ll make sure everyone 

knows what you’ve done, Luca.” 

My family helped me into the car. I collapsed in 

the back seat, completely drained. 

The calm and strength I’d faked stripped away, the 

tension snapping. 

Finally, I broke down and sobbed.