20

Thalia

I went back to my room, my plan of telling Luciano about our child completely thrown out of the window.

Before I even knew it, a tear fell out from my eyes. “Fuck,” I muttered under my breath with a small smile, roughly wiping my eyes.

Just when I realized my feelings for him.

Just when I was ready to confess.

Just as I found out that I’m fucking pregnant—this happens.

I locked my room and leaned back on the door. I slid down the door, tears still streaming from my eyes.

I sobbed uncontrollably as I thought about everything that happened for the past two weeks. I know that I have a fault in Renee’s death, but I hope he knows that I’m also devastated by it—that I’m also struggling with this all alone.

I thought he would have felt some type of affection towards me considering we’ve had sex before and he’s kissed me plenty of times. However, maybe all of those were just for his physical satisfaction.

I’m just his guard—nothing more, nothing less.

I could die right now for all he c