The Billionaire's Baby

Epilogue

DELILAH

"Amore... I'm so sorry..." Vante whispers with a heavy sigh. It feels like his way of asking me to stay but he feels too guilty for it.

People around us rush to their respective gates and destinations. Either on their phones or just rushing in general, no one in the airport bothers to stop and think about where they're actually going or coming from.

Among their rush however, Vante and I stand staring at each other with every feeling of guilt and regret running through our gaze.

I break the eye contact as I feel tears well up in my eyes and put my focus onto little Carmela in my arms. Since Vante and I are– splitting...

Something I never wanted to happen...

Since we're going to be apart for however long, we decided it was best for me to keep Carmela while Vante keeps Romeo. Because Romeo is the heir all of this started for.

I couldn't just take both the babies and leave Vante with nothing. Nor could I leave both my children while I'm living on a whole different continent. So I'm taking our daughter while Vante keeps our son to raise him to be the heir.

Canada is so many miles away, but it was the best option for living and hiding. Somehow its way more difficult for Leonardo to get there.

Not sure why, but I guess it works out.

Vante's gaze hasn't once faltered. He's kept his eyes on me this entire time, but I can't seem to do the same. Looking at him for mere seconds makes me want to break down.

Knowing that I won't be seeing him for God knows how long, I won't be able to talk to him, call him, email him or even hear his voice makes me hate every single second of my life right now. Our children can't even be called 'ours' because Carmela and I can't even know Vante or Romeo.

Both of them will forever be lost in our memories.

I won't have a husband. I won't have a son.

Carmela won't have a brother.

Not even a dad...

The one thing I promised myself that she'd have, that any children of mine would have...and I've failed.

Not only have I failed at giving her a father, I can't even give my son a mother. Or be a loving wife to Vante.

The airport's announcement bell begins, cutting my out of my self-destructive thoughts.

"Gate 7 to Canada is now open for boarding. Please head to the boarding gates and have your boarding pass ready. Gate 7 to Canada is now..." Her voice fades out and I feel Vante shifting over towards me.

He reaches out his free arm to lift up my head at my chin. When he notices my fallen tears, Vante's eyes widen and something in his expression flickers but he still let's a slight grin form across his features.

His smile holds so much sadness and so much regret that when he speaks, the tone of his voice does everything to let my tears stream down my reddened cheeks.

"Amore, please don't cry," He asks of me so sweetly and so quietly. "I know this hurts...but I never want to see you cry. Your beautiful face doesn't deserve to be filled with so much sadness. Especially because you're such a strong woman, Delilah."

He draws even closer to me, leaning his forehead onto mine but keeping his eyes locked on my teary gaze.

"I don't want you to leave, I never want to be apart from you...but I know that you'll be safer this way–" Vante's cut off when he draws in a sharp breath. "You'll be safer away from me..."