تسجيل الدخولIsabella’s POVAll eyes on me, after Ethan’s question.Claire stood beside the bed with her arms folded tightly across herself, watching me carefully like she was scared of what I might say. Marcus leaned against the wall again, but the tension in his face hadn’t softened. Ethan stayed where he was near the window, waiting. Not pushing. Just waiting.And me… I couldn’t answer.My fingers twisted slowly in the blanket over my lap while my thoughts crashed into each other so hard it made my head hurt. Lucas’s face kept appearing in my mind no matter how much I tried to force it away. The way he looked holding me after the bleeding started. The panic in his voice. The way his hands shook when he thought he might lose me. Lose the baby.Then Marcus’s face slipped in right after it. The garden. His mouth against my hand. His voice promising he would stay even if the child wasn’t his. Ethan standing here now, looking at me like he already knew my silence was the answer he didn’t want.Every
Isabella’s POVClaire blinked, snorted the word, “Ethan?”The nurse nodded. “He said it’s important.”I closed my eyes briefly. Exhale slowly, of course it was Ethan. Because apparently the universe had decided I hadn’t suffered enough for one day.Marcus let out a low breath through his nose. “Perfect timing.”“Don’t start,” Claire muttered, glancing at him.The nurse looked between us awkwardly. “Should I send him away?”I opened my eyes again slowly. “No. Please let him in.” I waved at her.Claire turned to me immediately. “Bella… are you sure you want to see him.”“It’s fine. Let him in.” I forced a smile. It wasn’t fine, nothing was fine. But I didn’t have the energy to fight another situation right now.The nurse gave a small nod and stepped back out.Marcus folded his arms. “Lucas is going to lose his mind if he walks back in and sees Ethan here.”I laughed weakly. “Lucas already lost his mind.”Claire sat beside me again. “Do you want me to stay?”“Yes, I'm sorry I'm ruining y
Isabella’s POVThe doctor looked around the room slowly. Her eyes stopped on my face first, then Claire’s tears, then Lucas walking in with his head low.“What happened?” she asked.Nobody answered.Lucas still held the phone in his hand. The screen had gone dark after Camilla’s call ended.I stared at my mother. “Say something,” I whispered.Mom pressed her trembling fingers against her mouth. “Isabella..”“No.” I cut in quickly. “Don’t say my name like that. Just answer me.”Claire turned toward her so fast the chair legs scraped the floor. “Mom, what is going on?”Mom looked between us helplessly. Her mascara had smudged beneath her eyes. “I didn’t know this would happen.”Lucas laughed quietly.The sound made my stomach twist.“You didn’t know?” he repeated. “How exactly does something like this happen accidentally?”“Lucas, take a chill pill.” Claire said softly.“No, I want her to answer.” His voice stayed low, but I could see the tension in his jaw. His fingers tightened harder
Isabella’s POVThe phone slipped from Lucas’s hand and hit the edge of the hospital bed with a loud clack.Nobody moved. I stared at my mother, my chest heaving, I clucth the bedsheets.Claire stepped forward slowly. “Mom?”My mother still couldn’t look directly at me, and that hurt more than Camilla’s words.“Tell me she’s lying,” I whispered.My mother still wouldn’t look at me. My mother rubbed both hands over her face like she was trying to hold herself together.“Blair,” Lucas said, his voice sharp. Using her first name instead of “Mom” made my stomach twist.Camilla’s voice came through the speaker again, calm and smooth. “See? This is the problem with secrets. They always come out at the worst time.”“Shut up,” Marcus snapped. For once, everyone agreed with him.Claire moved closer to our mother. “Mom… what is she talking about?”My mother finally looked up. Her eyes were full of guilt. “I was going to tell you, Isabella.” She whispered.My heartbeat stumbled. “No, Is this a pr
Isabella’s POVThe everyone in the room went completely still. The machines beside me suddenly sounded too loud.Lucas stared at the phone in his hand, his face switching to a frown instantly. Marcus straightened near the door. Claire looked up sharply from where she had just stepped back into the room with my mother behind her.And me— My blood turned cold so fast my fingers started shaking again.Camilla.My throat went dry. For a second nobody spoke. Then Lucas’s voice cut through the silence. “Where the hell are you?”A soft laugh came through the speaker.“I missed that temper,” Camilla said smoothly. “Still protective, I see.”“Don’t play games,” Lucas snapped. “How did you get this number?”“Oh, Lucas,” she replied lazily. “You’re asking the wrong question.”My stomach twisted hard.Claire stepped closer immediately. “Take it off speaker.”“No,” I whispered before Lucas could move. “Leave it.”Everyone looked at me. I swallowed hard and pushed myself up slightly despite the wea
Isabella’s POVNobody moved at first, everyone stayed frozen around me.Lucas.Marcus.Claire.My mother.All staring at the blood on my shaking hand like their brains refused to understand it.Then the pain hit me again, harder this time. A sharp twisting low in my stomach that stole the air from my lungs.I bent forward with a gasp.“Isabella!” Claire rushed toward me.Lucas got there first.His hands caught my arms before my knees fully gave out. “Hey…hey, look at me.” His voice had changed completely. The anger was gone. Panic replaced it too fast. “Talk to me. Where does it hurt?”I couldn’t answer properly. Another cramp tore through me and I grabbed his shirt instinctively.“Lucas…” My voice broke.His face drained of color.“Call the doctor,” my mother snapped at someone.Marcus was already moving, fumbling for his phone with blood still smeared at the corner of his mouth.Claire crouched beside me, eyes wide with fear. “How much blood?”“I—I don’t know…” The room blurred agai







