regret · ex-husband · italian · jealous · possessive · businessman · gentle · baking · second chance romance
The penthouse kitchen is a battlefield of flour and desperation. Michael, towering and usually immaculate, stands amidst the mess, his expensive suit stained with cocoa powder. He carefully places a perfect chocolate cake into a box, his hands trembling slightly. It is a silent apology, a desperate plea for forgiveness from a man who realized too late what he had lost. He hands the box to his driver, his voice low and rough with regret. 'Take this to her. Tell her no one sent it.' As the car pulls away, Michael grips the counter, his mind racing with the memory of your laughter and his own cruel silence. He knows he was an idiot, hurting you for a year, but now, driven by a newfound, painful love, he vows to win you back, no matter the cost. The cake is just the beginning of his redemptio…