Chapter 177


    Luca’s POV


    I shouldn’t have brought that up.


    That alone was a hundred percent sure and clear to me at this point. I should’ve just let it be, like they


    always say it was good to let sleeping dogs lie. I regretted mentioning that particr night the moment I


    had mentioned it, but there was no way I could have taken those words back, even if I wanted to, like I


    actually wanted to.


    And when she bursted out into tears, with sobs that sounded very familiar, because I’ve heard her sob


    that way, a couple of times, and it has always managed to leave a bitter feeling behind. The first time I


    heard her cry was on our wedding night, when I was still contemting on if I was supposed to fully


    consummate the wedding or not, and the second time had been the night where I had gotten woken up


    from a light sleep, due to how loud her sobs were. Listening to her cry that night, right from the middle


    of her nightmare, had kept such a bad feeling behind, a feeling I didn’t want to ever experience again. I


    was super protective of her and hated seeing or listening to her shed tears, and here she was, standing


    before the banister of the balcony, as sobs racked her small body, and it was all my fault.


    Everything had been going well ever since I got home, and made my way into the house. I met with


    Matilda in the corridor and she had told me where Sofia was at, even before I had asked, and so I


    made my way straight for the balcony in the next second, letting myself in and watching as she got


    startled for a few seconds.


    I made my way towards her and paused behind her, teasing her about a kiss and holding her against


    me after she had delivered a small kiss on my cheeks. After a while, we had moved towards one of the


    chairs up here in the balcony and I had wrapped my arm around her almost immediately, pulling her


    into my side and moving my hand to rest on her shoulder. Everything had been going well after that, I


    was enjoying her weight on my side, because she weighted next to nothing, and I had even asked her


    if she was cold at a point when a small shiver had wrecked through her body, and had proceeded to


    pull her into my side even more when she had insisted on not being cold.


    I should have just remained silent after that, but then I just had to ask about if she was lost in thoughts,


    and then after that, I had proceeded to ask her about that particr night in which she had gotten


    visited by a nightmare. It wasn’t just because I was curious about what it was that had resulted in that


    particr nightmare, it was because I have been thinking about that particr night almost every night


    before falling asleep Witt her body against mine, and I had always silently wondered if her nightmare


    was going to visit her once afsin. It had always been at the back at my mind and I had decided to ask


    her about it, because I was worried about it, and had thought that it wasn’t going to be all that sensitive


    at the moment, seeing as I hadn’t spoken about that particr night ever since it happened, until this


    very moment.


    I shook my head a little and carded my fingers through my hair a little, puffing out a breath just as I


    pushed myself up to my feet, and then I started to make my way towards where Sofia was standing, in


    a really quiet way, without making any kind of sound. I stopped a few feet away from her, wincing as I


    watched her body shake and heave as she sobbed on and on. She tried to stiffen her sobs with her


    hands, but that was only able to kill off a little of the sounds, and the rest of the sounds hit my ears as it


    was escaping her through, and listening to her cry, was making my chest ache really badly.


    I wanted to take her into my arms and wipe her tears off, but I didn’t know if that was going to be


    weed or not, I didn’t know if she was going to feelfortable to the extent of crying in my arms.


    Crying in my arms on the bed, after waking her up from a nightmare was different, and then here where


    we were both standing and were both beneath the night sky, I had a feeling she wasn’t going to


    appreciate me trying to console her by taking her into my arms… and so I remained in the same spot I


    had been standing in, ever since I moved away from the chair which we had both been sitting in, while


    watching and listening to her cry.


    I waited and waited, hating how she was crying but having no idea on how I was supposed to be able


    to help console her, and also because it didn’t want to overwhelm her in any kind of way. I was relieved


    when she finally stopped sobbing and only continued to sob, and then I waited for some more


    moments. After a few moments had passed with the sounds of her sniffing back tears echoing through


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    the night, I shrugged off my suit jacket after watching her start to shiver a little in tne cold night breeze. I


    had no idea why she had decided toe up here seeing as she was currently wearing a sleeveless


    top, and I didn’t even know she had started to make her way towards this part of the house, until this


    evening.


    I moved forward a little, and made sure I wasn’t making direct body contact with her in any way, and


    then I draped the suit jacket which I had shrugged out of, some moments ago, and then I draped the


    jacket over her body. She turned her head around instantly, and our eyes locked instantly. There were


    tears swimming around in the depths of her eyes and the trail of tears was very visible on her cheeks,


    and the sight of those things was making my heart start to twist up in a really bad way. Her hand came


    around to pull the jacket around her even more, and she whispered a quiet word of gratitude before


    turning back around and facing out the banister of the balcony once again.


    After a while, I started to talk about how I shouldn’t have brought that topic up seeing how stressed it


    made her, and then she started to talk about how it was alright and how she now wanted to speak to


    me about it. I figured out that she only offered to tell me about it because of guilt or fear, and I started to


    dissuade her from telling me if she didn’t actually want to let me know about it. After a while, she was


    still hell bent on letting me know about it, and so I finally agreed on listening to her speak about it. Not


    because she insisted on wanting to let me know about it, but because I felt she needed to speak to


    someone about it:


    After watching her breakdown from just me mentioning it, I figured out that it was bottled up in her and


    needed to be let out, which was one of the reasons as to why I had allowed her to cry out her tears


    without any form of interruption. I proposed she sit down before she started to speak because I felt she


    wasn’t strong enough to speak about something as sensitive as this while stabbing, coupled with the


    fact that she had been standing for a while now, and her keys might be hurting her now. She refused


    my offer and started to speak after a few more minutes; and the first thing she spoke about was the fact


    that she hasn’t ever told a single soul about this particr thing before.


    I hadn’t beenpletely shocked at that because it was kind of obvious when she started to cry the


    moment I had mentioned it, and I didn’t say a word, waiting for her to continue.


    “I tried speaking to me mother one time about it.” She continued after a few moments, pausing at the


    end for a few seconds before finally continuing.


    “But- but she didn’t believe me.” She breathed out,pleting her sentence, her voice stuttering and


    cracking in between her sentence and the middle of my head started to thin together as I tried to


    process all I had just heard.


    A mother didn’t believe her own child…?