Leo didn’t tell me much about the plan. He just told me to wear something I felt amazing in and to be ready in an hour. I picked a soft beige dress that hugged me just right and let my hair down. When he saw me, he whistled low under his breath.“You sure you’re not trying to kill me tonight?” he grinned, looping his arm through mine.We first stopped by Ryan’s. Jack came running to the door before we could even knock, leaping into Leo’s arms like he’d been counting the minutes. Ryan followed behind, smiling and wiping his hands on a dish towel.“Well, if it isn’t the power couple,” he said, eyebrows raised.I gave him a hug. “We’re just here to grab the last of my things. Leo has plans.”Ryan gave a knowing look, stepping aside. “I hope they include food. You look like you’re about to faint, Bella.”Leo helped me carry my things out, but not before Jack made him promise he’d come back soon. “He’s obsessed with you now,” Ryan said as we loaded up the car.“Can’t blame him,” Leo said,
He stared at me like I had just spoken in another language. His eyes blinked slowly, once, then again. He didn’t say anything. I could feel the air tighten between us.“Leo,” I said, voice small, “did you hear what I just said?”He finally moved. His lips parted slightly, and his eyebrows drew together. “You’re… you’re pregnant?”I gave a tiny nod, watching him carefully.His face went blank again. Then, without warning, he pushed the blanket off us, sat up, and scooped me into his arms so fast I let out a sharp yelp.“Leo!”He was laughing, actually laughing as he lifted me off the bed and spun me once, holding me tight like he couldn’t believe I was real. “You’re pregnant! You’re pregnant! Oh my God!”His face lit up with a smile I hadn’t seen in weeks. His eyes crinkled at the corners, his dimples deep. He was grinning like a kid handed the best news of his life. “I’m going to be a father? Are you serious?”I was laughing now too, clinging to his shoulders. “Yes, you idiot, I’m ser
By the time we got back home, the silence still hadn’t gone anywhere. It clung to us like a second skin.Leo unlocked the front door and stepped in first, then stopped just inside, waiting. I followed him in and clicked the lock behind us. He didn’t say anything. Just toed off his shoes, rolled his sleeves up, and walked toward the kitchen like his body was moving on autopilot.I dropped my bag by the bench and followed after him. He was already pulling out a pan and digging through the fridge, pulling out whatever ingredients were closest. No questions. No words. Just motion.I moved in beside him and started helping—rinsing some vegetables, chopping garlic, handing him whatever he reached for without asking.The only sound was the soft tick of the stove igniting.I glanced over at him a few times. His eyes stayed glued to the counter, never lifting. His jaw was still tight, the corners of his mouth pulled so flat it almost looked like pain. No sign of a smile. No sign of anything, r
⸻We turned to leave, but Carla wasn’t done.Her voice cracked behind us—sharp, bitter, clinging to whatever scraps of control she had left.“Of course! Of course you would leave with her! That woman! The one who ruined everything!”Leo didn’t stop walking. His steps stayed even. Measured.“That Bella,” Carla snapped. “You brought her back into your life like she hadn’t already done enough! She’s the reason you were never focused. She dragged your name through the dirt. I watched you fall apart, and it was always because of her!”He didn’t even turn around. Just kept going. His fingers reached for mine and curled tight around them.“I should’ve seen it coming,” Carla said, louder now. “The second you laid eyes on her, I knew she’d be the end of you!”“Keep walking,” Leo muttered, his jaw clenched. His grip tightened around my hand, not enough to hurt—just enough to anchor.I looked back over my shoulder—just in time to see Carla grab a chair by the backrest and throw it against the wa
⸻We didn’t say much on the way to Carla’s estate. The air in the car was too still, like even the engine was holding its breath. Leo sat stiffly beside me in the back seat, his arms folded tight across his chest, his shoulders rigid. He stared out the window like the streets held answers he hadn’t found yet. His jaw was locked, unmoving, and every few seconds I could see the muscle twitch near his temple when he clenched.I kept my hands in my lap, fingers twisting around each other. I wanted to say something. Anything. But every word I considered felt too small for what was coming. Too shallow. Too late.Dennis pulled up to the gates, and before he could even roll down the window, the guards stepped aside. No questions. No hesitation. They knew why we were here.The estate looked like it was unraveling at the seams. One of the housemaids came storming out the front door, eyes red, apron streaked with tears. A woman I didn’t recognize was crying on the porch steps, hugging herself li
The next morning started early. Outside, the light was still a pale gray, and the air inside the kitchen felt heavy, like everyone was bracing for impact. Leo barely touched his breakfast. He pushed food around his plate with the side of his fork, eyes locked on his phone.I watched from across the kitchen island as he ran a hand through his hair. It was a restless, irritated motion. His jaw clenched, then unclenched, then locked again. He kept glancing at the screen, waiting for something. His whole body buzzed with tension, like he was keeping himself from exploding just by sitting still.Dennis showed up just before eight, damp from the morning rain. He walked in without knocking, a thick file clutched under one arm and a grim look in his eyes.“It’s time,” he said, dropping the file onto the counter with a solid thunk. “We have everything. The surveillance footage. The leaked emails. The messages between Vincent and the manager whose son he kidnapped. It’s airtight.”Leo nodded sl