Chapter 10 - THE WOMAN HE CHOSE TO KNEEL FOR
A year later, we stood beneath the same rain that had once carried me away from him.
Only this time, I wasn't leaving.
Our second wedding was small.
No politicians.
No business associates.
No armed men standing behind every chair.
Just family members we trusted, a few close friends, and the people who had watched us survive the worst year of our lives.
I wore a simple white dress.
I didn't hide my scars.
I didn't need to.
Matteo stood at the end of the aisle.
When he saw me, his eyes filled immediately.
Someone behind him whispered something.
He didn't hear it.
Or didn't care.
I walked toward him.
When I reached him, he took both my hands.
“You're beautiful,” he whispered.
I smiled.
“You're only saying that because it's our wedding.”
“No.”
His eyes moved to my face.
“I'm saying it because I finally learned to look at you.”
My throat tightened.
The ceremony was short.
When it was time for our vows, Matteo didn't talk about power.
He didn't promise to protect me from every danger.
He didn't promise that life would always be easy.
He simply said:
“I promise never to make decisions about your life without you again.”
I squeezed his hand.
Then it was my turn.
“I promise to tell you when I'm angry instead of pretending I'm fine.”
He smiled.
“I promise to remind you when you're being impossible.”
He laughed.
People around us laughed too.
Then I whispered:
“And I promise that if you ever become that silent again, I will make you talk.”
His smile widened.
“I believe you.”
We kissed.
Later that evening, I found him outside beneath the old oak tree.
He was alone.
I stood beside him.
“You okay?”
He nodded.
“I'm thinking.”
“Dangerous.”
He smiled.
“I was thinking about that night in the car.”
I knew exactly which night.
The rain.
The divorce papers.
The fear.
His knees on the floor.
“You embarrassed yourself terribly,” I teased.
“I would do it again.”
“I know.”
He looked at me.
“I thought kneeling meant losing.”
I waited.
“Then I realized something.”
“What?”
“You only kneel when someone matters enough to make pride irrelevant.”
I touched his cheek.
“Do you regret anything?”
He thought about it.
“Yes.”
“What?”
“That it took me three years to understand what I had.”
I leaned against him.
“You understand now.”
“Yes.”
He kissed my forehead.
“I understand everything.”
I smiled.
“No, you don't.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“What don't I understand?”
I took his hand and placed it against my stomach.
His eyes widened.
For several seconds, he didn't move.
“Lucia…”
I laughed through my tears.
“We're going to have a baby.”
The man who had stared down armed enemies without blinking suddenly looked completely speechless.
Then he dropped to his knees.
I laughed.
“Matteo!”
He pressed his forehead gently against my stomach.
His shoulders shook.
He was crying.
I ran my fingers through his hair.
“You're going to scare the baby.”
He laughed through his tears.
“I don't care.”
Then he looked up at me.
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For choosing me.”
I shook my head.
“You finally gave me something worth choosing.”
He stood and wrapped his arms around me.
The rain began again.
But this time, it didn't sound like gravel against a limousine window.
It sounded like the beginning of something new.
I had once believed Matteo De Luca didn't love me because he never knew how to say it.
I was wrong.
He loved me desperately.
He had simply confused silence with strength and control with protection.
And I had confused being protected with being loved.
We both had to lose the marriage we thought we had before we could build the one we actually wanted.
People still called Matteo De Luca a dangerous man.
Maybe he always would be.
But I knew something the rest of the world didn't.
The most powerful man I had ever known had once stopped a moving limousine, removed my shoe, taken my bare foot into his hands, and kissed it because he was finally brave enough to admit he was afraid of losing me.
And years later, when he had nothing left to prove to anyone, he still knelt.
Not because I demanded it.
Not because he was weak.
But because he had finally learned the truth.
Love was never about who had the power.
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It was about who was willing to put that power down.
And Matteo De Luca had finally put his down for me.
