Love In The Shadows のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Diego's POV “Adriana, I want to go and check on the babies, I'll be right back. Just get some rest.” I placed the damped towel on her forehead again and left the room.Throughout the day, my life became a blur of urgent tasks. I had to check on Adriana's temperature. I had to give her more warm water to drink. I had to replace the damp towel. I had to coax her to eat a bite of toast, which she barely touched.Then, I had to go back to the babies for another round of feeds, and attempts at soothing their inevitable fussiness.I felt a profound exhaustion settle into my bones, but the fear of Adriana kept me moving. Every time I slipped into the bedroom, her fever seemed to stubbornly cling, refusing to break. Her eyes remained heavy, her movements slow.She barely spoke beyond a whispered thanks or a compliment of a headache. ****Late afternoon blurred into evening. The babies were surprisingly cooperative, napping for longer stretches than usual. I didn't know how I put them to sle

Adriana's POV I opened my eyes slightly, adjusting to the dim morning light coming in through the open curtains. My head throbbed, a dull ache as I tried to turn. I was still weak, my muscles protesting even the slightest movement, as I tried to sit up.I glanced beside me and the space was empty. Then I scanned the room, my eyes searching for Diego's presence but he wasn't there. He wasn't in the room.I pushed myself up from the bed, my limbs heavy and uncooperative. Then, like a fierce wave, memory crashed over me. I recalled some things that happened the previous day.I remembered how Diego took care of me when I had a fever. He gave me medicine. He placed a damp towel on my forehead to reduce the hotness. He gave me food. He even took care of the babies. I could remember all.He took care of me so well. He didn't even rest. He made sure I was alright, checking up on me every minute. My lips curled up in a slight smile. He cared for me. And it's wasn't fake. It was all real. He c

Adriana's POV {Two years later}Two years later, everything was still not alright. Nothing had gone back to normal. Nothing was the same anymore. Jimena and Dante had grown. They were rambunctious, their chubby legs constantly in motion. Their first steps had been taken on these plush rugs, their first words mumbled in this house. They only knew these walls, these watchful eyes. They never went far.Each time I laughed seeing them play indoors, my laughter was often tinged with a weariness I tried desperately to hide. They hadn't seen the outside world, these walls being their only view.My days had fallen into a monotonous rhythm. Walking with the children, feeding them, playing with them, helping them fall asleep and all. The staffs, polite and efficient, catered to every of my need, yet their presence only emphasized my isolation. Neither Juan nor Camilia was allowed to visit me. I could not even leave the metal gates. My world had shrunk to this opulent cage, and I, too, was gr

Adriana's POV The first few days back home were normal and peaceful. We lived peacefully. I had learned to understand Diego and love him more and he continued to care for me from time to time. Jimena and Dante, upon waking to their new surroundings, needed a little time to adjust, but soon found joy in every part of the mansion. They played freely and moved around, however they could without a limited place to go. I always spent hours watching them explore and play around the house comfortably. This was the life I had wanted for them. This was how comfortably and freely I wanted them to live. Not in confined spaces.Diego, being cautious, had doubled the security. New faces, new men of his were always around the house, discreetly watching out for enemies. He also made sure that their presence never affected the children's freedom.This time, he was always around. He barely went to his office. He would play with the kids or take them to the garden, always watching them play. He was

Diego's POV Adriana's panic was growing, desperate. I could see how terrified and tense she was from her face. She handed Jimena back to Camilia and rushed to Juan, panicking.“Juan, have you seen Dante? Have you seen my son?” She asked, her voice loud and desperate.Juan held her, trying to calm her down. She resisted his grasp on her, frantically running around, looking at every corners of the compound. I couldn't bear to see her like that.She then approached me. “Diego, you were supposed to be watching them!” she cried, her voice cracking. “How did he leave from here without you noticing?” The accusation was fair. I had left them on their own to answer a useless call.I had failed to protect my children, even for a moment, I couldn't protect them. I thought it wouldn't be bad to leave their side for a moment. I was wrong. My mind raced, trying to retrace Dante's last movements, but I couldn't.“Adriana, calm down,” I said, though my own pulse was hammering against my ribs. “He pr