تسجيل الدخولRosella's POVLeo's voice was calm, which was somehow worse than if he'd shouted. The hospital receipt sat on the bedside table between us, and I could feel it watching me as much as he was.I let the tears come before I'd even decided what I was going to say. Some of them were real. Most of them were not, but by the time they hit my cheeks I couldn't have told you which were which anymore."I've been feeling unwell for weeks," I said. "I didn't want to worry you until I had real answers, so I went alone. I lied about the brunch because I was scared it might be something serious. I'm sorry, Leo. I should have trusted you."He reached out and wiped a tear from my cheek with his thumb, and for a moment I thought it had worked. Then I looked at his eyes and understood it hadn't, not completely. He was still watching me the way he watched a contract he suspected someone had altered."Why didn't you trust your own husband with this?""I was terrified. I didn't want to put my fear on top of
Rosella's POVLeo's voice was calm, which was somehow worse than if he'd shouted. The hospital receipt sat on the bedside table between us, and I could feel it watching me as much as he was.I let the tears come before I'd even decided what I was going to say. Some of them were real. Most of them were not, but by the time they hit my cheeks I couldn't have told you which were which anymore."I've been feeling unwell for weeks," I said. "I didn't want to worry you until I had real answers, so I went alone. I lied about the brunch because I was scared it might be something serious. I'm sorry, Leo. I should have trusted you."He reached out and wiped a tear from my cheek with his thumb, and for a moment I thought it had worked. Then I looked at his eyes and understood it hadn't, not completely. He was still watching me the way he watched a contract he suspected someone had altered."Why didn't you trust your own husband with this?""I was terrified. I didn't want to put my fear on top of
Rosella POVThe morning light felt like a betrayal.It spilled through the heavy velvet curtains of our master bedroom, painting the walls in soft golds and warm ambers that should have brought comfort. Instead, every ray felt like a spotlight trained on my crumbling lies. I woke with a start, my heart already hammering against my ribs, the ghost of last night’s terror still clinging to my skin like cold sweat.Leo stood by the dresser, buttoning his crisp white shirt with deliberate, unhurried movements. His face was calm, too calm. The sharp edges of suspicion that had defined him for weeks were gone, replaced by something far more terrifying: a composed, almost tender mask. He turned toward me, and for a moment, the man I had fallen in love with years ago looked back.He crossed the room and leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to my forehead. His lips were warm, gentle. “Good morning, my love,” he murmured, his voice low and steady, like velvet wrapped around steel. “Did you
**Rosella POV**I woke slowly to the soft glow of the bedside lamp. My head was throbbing painfully and my entire body felt heavy with an overwhelming exhaustion. The familiar silk sheets of our matrimonial bed surrounded me, but the air in the master bedroom felt thick with an undeniable tension. Leo sat in the armchair beside the bed, his face etched with a genuine worry that I had not seen in a long time. For the first time in weeks, his usual sharp suspicion seemed completely overshadowed by raw concern. He leaned forward immediately when my eyes fluttered open, taking my trembling hand gently in his."Rosella, thank God. You collapsed at dinner," he whispered, his voice cracking slightly. "The doctor is already here."I blinked several times, trying to piece together the scattered fragments of my memory. I remembered the sudden dizziness, the spinning room, and the terrifying way everything went entirely black while Leo shouted my name across the dining room table. Panic surged
Rosella's POV.The grand gates of the estate swung open like the jaws of a trap as I drove back from the hospital. My hands trembled on the steering wheel the entire journey. The positive pregnancy test I had taken earlier still haunted me two vivid pink lines confirming the nightmare I could no longer deny. I forced myself to breathe deeply and compose my face into something resembling normalcy before stepping out of the car. The sprawling luxury mansion that had once symbolized wealth and security now pressed down on me like a cage closing in. Every hallway I walked through felt longer and more menacing like invisible eyes watched my every step. Every familiar room carried memories of my reckless sins the matrimonial bed where I had been claimed by so many the gardens where new temptations had sparked and the shadows where my lies had multiplied. Now I carried a child inside me whose father could belong to any of the men I had betrayed Leo with. The weight of that un
Rosella's POV.I slipped out of the estate before dawn painted the sky. The master bedroom was still wrapped in darkness when I dressed in a simple blouse and jeans, my hands shaking as I buttoned them. Leo stirred slightly as I leaned down to kiss his forehead. “I am meeting an old friend for brunch” I whispered, keeping my voice steady and light. “Girls day. Do not wait up if it runs long.” He murmured something affectionate and pulled me closer for a moment, his arm heavy around my waist. Guilt twisted like a knife in my gut, but I forced a smile and slipped away. My heart pounded the entire drive to the private hospital on the outskirts of the city. Every red light felt like a countdown. Every car behind me might as well have been Leo following. *What if he wakes up and checks the security logs? What if Rafael or Damien, or Adrian texts at the wrong moment? And now this. A baby growing inside me while my life is one giant lie.* I stopped at a pharmacy first b
Rosella's POV.Leo stood in the living room, turning the silver cufflink over in his fingers. The morning light caught the polished metal, making it gleam innocently. My heart slammed against my ribs as recognition hit me like a punch. It was Damien’s. One of the pair he always wore with his dress
Rosella's POV.Morning light filtered softly through the heavy curtains of the master bedroom, casting a deceptive calm over everything. I lay beside Leo, my body still humming from the chaos of the night before, every muscle deliciously sore in ways he could never imagine. He stirred first, his a
Rosella's POV.My heart slammed against my ribs like a caged animal desperate for escape as I stared at the phone screen. Leo’s message glowed mockingly in the dim bedroom light: “On my way home early after all. Be there in 15 minutes. Miss you.” The gate camera notification flashed right after—hi
Rosella's POV.I glanced at the clock on the wall for what felt like the hundredth time. It was already ten at night, and Leo was still not back. I paced the living room in my elegant dress, the fabric hugging my body in all the right places. My heels clicked against the marble floor with every st







