I tried to stay mad. I wanted to stay mad. I glared at him through soaked lashes. “You lied to me,” I whispered. “You let me walk around thinking you were okay, when you were dying, Alex. Dying!” “I know,” he whispered, voice broken. “I know I should’ve told you. But I couldn’t bear to l
MIRABELLA’S POV I shut the door behind me with more force than I intended. The echo bounced off the walls of my bedroom, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t care. Not now. Everything inside me was fraying—each breath like a stitch coming undone. My chest felt hollow, aching with a pain I couldn’t name
“I gave him everything,” he whispered, voice splintered. “Even after I cast him out, I made sure he was protected. That no one would touch him. And he… he killed her?” No one spoke. I moved forward, softening only slightly. “Sometimes the people we protect become the monsters we feared in others
MIRABELLA'S POV The room went silent—dead silent. I could hear the faint buzz of the light overhead. I could feel Alex stiffen behind me. The air suddenly felt too thick, too sharp, like I was breathing glass. Delacroix’s eyes narrowed slowly, confusion shifting into something else—something d
"It's not the time for this conversation.. We have bigger things to handle now.. " I stood up, placing a hand on my bump.. "And don't dare to touch my bump again without my permission! " His face fell and he tried to say something but my one glare was enough... He shut up immediately.. I r
MIRABELLA'S POV "Well… hi, husband." My voice was calm. Too calm. The kind of calm that came before a storm or right after a building collapsed. Alex stared at me, gun still dangling in one hand, breath shallow and eyes wide as they flicked down to my exposed bump. I didn’t miss the flicker of