His raged gaze

Alessandro, for some reason, had given me the space I once begged to have. Ironically, now that I had it, the silence left in its wake echoed louder than any confrontation ever could. One part of me—the rational, bruised part—wanted him to go on and embrace his so-called mate. Let him fall in love with her. Let him convince himself of his own lies. Clearly, the affection he claimed to have for me had never been deep enough. If it had been, he would have fought for me. He would have chosen me.

But there was still a sliver of my heart that lingered like a stubborn ember refusing to die out. That part longed to stand beside him again—not as a temporary lover or a fleeting memory, but as his rightful wife, his chosen mate.

Emotions were unpredictable creatures, like wild horses that refused to be tamed. And right now, I didn’t have the time nor the energy to chase them. My child—my heartbeat—came first. Nothing else mattered.

After having a small snack, I made my way downstairs to find Ca