Chapter 310

Like every moment of peace, the holiday ended too soon—at least for Nico and Elena.

Elena’s beachwear launch had been a runaway success, drawing attention from major brands with lucrative offers only she could handle.

Nico, meanwhile, faced the coming election. It had caught him off guard; he’d checked the dates three times to be sure. When the red circle on his calendar refused to fade, he’d buried his face in his hands in the dead of night, questioning every life choice.

Politics was where he hid his skeletons, refusing to face them. In politics, he became someone else, pretending until he was a husk.

But in Calabria, Nico dragged a hand down his face, remembering how Rome had drained Elena, only for Calabria to breathe life back into her. She was carrying their baby—she needed the manor’s quiet air.

He’d thought long into the night, watching her sleep.

But D-Day arrived, and he was loading the last of their luggage into the trunk, kissing Mat