Masuk"I was only trying to be nice to you and you did this??" Andrea wailed and fell to the floor looking down at her drenched clothes. "How could you do this to me Miss Alicia??" She cried profusely, pointing at Alicia who had great shock on her face. She hasn't done anything, what was she saying? She wasn't the waiter who had poured drinks on her body, why was she accusing her?? Alicia was damned confused. Just then, she saw it, her swift smirk when her husband began bashing her for offence she didn't commit, there she realized the b!tch had planned it all.
Lihat lebih banyakNathan's POVI spent the night in a restless haze, thinking of nothing else but the confrontation earlier. Andrea’s trembling words, her shaky denials, the faint crack in her story; it all replayed in my mind like a broken record. Celine had promised to arrange the test discreetly, and by morning I expected clarity.But by the time I returned to the living room, it was already morning, something felt… off.Andrea was sitting rigidly on the couch, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. My mother hovered nearby, brooding in that way that always made me uneasy. There was tension in the air, an undercurrent I couldn’t place at first.Celine stepped aside quietly, her expression was tight. She avoided looking at Andrea. My instincts screamed that something had shifted.I fixed Andrea with my gaze. “Where’s the test?” I asked, keeping my voice calm, but sharp as steel.Andrea’s lips parted, and then she looked away. Something in her posture was too rigid and too guarded and that made my hear
Nathan's POV“Hmmm….. We will see to that by tomorrow.” I scoffed.Andrea’s hands trembled at her sides. Her face was pale, her composure finally cracking like thin ice under pressure. My mother opened her mouth, probably to intervene, but I didn’t let her.“No Mother,” I said firmly. “Not now. Not ever again. I will hear the truth before anyone tries to soften it with speeches or blessings.”Andrea swallowed hard. “Nathan… you don’t have to—”“I do,” I interrupted, my voice low, almost a growl. “I want a DNA test. Blood. Whatever it takes. You’re not going to tell me stories anymore, Andrea. I will know for certain. This child, I will know then if it’s really mine.”Her lips parted, then trembled. “DNA? Now? Why…”“Because I can’t live with lies anymore. You left me, Andrea. You disappeared. You came back with a story about a child, about blessings, about reconciliation and I don’t know what’s real and what’s not.”She flinched at my words, but she didn’t deny them. That tiny silence
Nathan's POVI walked toward the private lounge cautiously, my footsteps soft against the polished floor. Steam still clung to me, my bath towel clinging to my chest, but I ignored it. I didn’t want to announce myself yet. I needed to see. I needed to hear.Through the slightly ajar door, I caught fragments of their conversation.“…Nathan has to forgive you,” my mother’s voice floated out, calm but insistent. “He must see this as a blessing. You’re carrying his child, he cannot turn away from that.”Andrea’s voice, low but tense, answered. “…I know, Mother. I just… I hope he doesn’t make this harder than it has to be. I… I want him to trust me.”The words were smooth, rehearsed, like a script delivered to convince someone who wasn’t fully buying it. My stomach turned.I pressed myself closer to the wall, my heart was hammering, my instincts screamed: She is hiding something. That quick twitch of fear in her voice, the way she said hope he doesn’t make it harder— it wasn't a worry over
Nathan’s POVHer words froze the room.“I know something,” Celine said again, her voice steady though her eyes betrayed a weight she carried.Andrea’s sobs faltered. My mother turned sharply toward Celine, her expression hardening. “What are you talking about?” she asked quickly, almost defensively.Celine stepped further into the sitting room. She was dressed plainly, her black gown hanging loose on her frail frame, but she carried herself with the same quiet authority she had when I was a boy. “Master Nathan,” she said softly, her eyes never leaving mine, “not everything is as it seems here.”Andrea shot up from her seat, her tears forgotten. “What nonsense is this? You come back from your leave and the first thing you do is try to poison Nathan’s mind against me? How dare you!”“Enough, Andrea,” I snapped, though my eyes stayed locked on Celine. “Celine, if you know something, say it.”My mother raised a hand, cutting in sharply. “Celine, this is not your place. You’re only making






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