#Chapter 28 - Aldo’s Truth

Layla I stared at the man across the restaurant. He was gorgeous—dark curls slicked back, dark eyes fringed in dark lashes, dark skin glowing gold in the soft light. His suit perfectly framed the breadth of his shoulders and accented his narrow waist. Like a fallen angel landed on Earth. Too bad beauty was only skin deep. The nerve of that man! How could he do this? I was finally, finally trying to put our tumultuous past behind us … and he’d followed me. To this beautiful restaurant that I was trying to enjoy—free of all his drama. Like he just couldn’t stand the thought of me being clear of his life for a single moment. “Mommy.” Eli’s warm fingers curled over the top of my wrist, jerking my attention away from Aldo. My hand was clenched into a tight fist around my fork, my fingers white with tension. “Sorry, baby.” I forced a long, slow breath through my nose, forced my fingers to loosen on the utensil. “I just didn’t expect to see him here.” “Aldo.” Marco’s voice