Semua Bab BETRAYAL GAME: HIS BOSS, MY OBSESSION : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Lucas’s POV The morning light seeped through the half-open blinds, streaking across the floor in quiet patterns. I lay on my side of the bed, staring at the ceiling, numb. The events of yesterday wouldn’t stop replaying in my mind—Antonia’s face when she told me, her voice cracking under the weight of the loss neither of us saw coming. It was still too surreal, like a heavy fog had wrapped itself around my body and refused to let go. A baby. My son. Gone. I didn’t know I could mourn something I never held. But the ache was real. Heavy. Sharp. And inescapable. I glanced to my left. Antonia was asleep, curled away from me, her frame barely moving under the covers. There were no words I could offer her now. Nothing I could say would make up for my absence yesterday, even though she hadn’t asked where I had been. Maybe she didn’t want to know. Maybe she assumed I’d been at work or in a meeting. Either way, she hadn’t questioned it, and I wasn’t about to open that door. I go

Eva’s POVIt had been almost three weeks since I last heard from Lucas.At first, I thought it was temporary. That he just needed time. I told myself he was grieving. That he would come back when he was ready.But now, it felt permanent.His silence had wrapped itself around my days like a fog I couldn’t escape. I stopped waiting for his messages. Stopped hoping to see his name flash across my phone screen. But even as I tried to convince myself I was letting go, a part of me still listened for a vibration in the night. Still paused every time my phone lit up.But nothing ever came.And then something else began to change.It started with the exhaustion. A kind of tiredness I couldn’t shake off no matter how long I slept. I’d wake up and still feel like I hadn’t rested. At first, I blamed it on stress. The emotional toll of everything that had happened.Then came the dizziness. Random spells of light-headedness that hit me when I stood up too fast or turned too quickly. Once, I nearly

Eva’s POV The day of Jude’s naming ceremony arrived like a carefully orchestrated masterpiece. The sun shone brightly, casting soft rays of warmth over the white and gold decorations that adorned our house. Henry, ever the perfectionist, had made sure every detail was flawless. There were balloon arches at the entrance, a dessert table laden with cupcakes and macarons, and a live jazz band playing softly in the corner. I had to admit, it was beautiful. It was everything I could have imagined for our son. But inside, it felt like a storm was brewing. I stood in the nursery, cradling Jude in my arms, looking down at him. He was perfect—his little eyes blinking, taking in the world around him with innocent curiosity. His soft coos and the tiny, almost imperceptible movements of his hands filled me with warmth, and yet I couldn't shake the knot in my stomach. The reality of the situation was gnawing at me. This was supposed to be a joyful day. The culmination of months of anticipation

EVA’S POVI woke up early, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside me. Yesterday's encounter with Lucas had left me on edge, and I knew I couldn't avoid him forever. I reached for my phone and sent him a simple text: "Let’s meet at the Café, usual spot.”After sending the message, I got out of bed and began preparing Jude's bath. The warm water and his gentle splashing calmed my nerves slightly. As I bathed him, I couldn't help but think about Lucas and the questions he would inevitably ask.Later, when Henry came downstairs, I put on a bright smile and said, "Hey, I need to run out for a bit. I ordered that weight loss tea I've been wanting to try, and it's ready for pickup."Henry looked at me with mild interest. "Oh, okay. You've put on a bit of weight since having Jude, haven't you?"I nodded, trying to appear nonchalant. "Yeah, a little. But this tea is supposed to help with postpartum weight loss."He nodded sympathetically. "Alright, go ahead. I'll watch Jude while you're out

Lucas’s POVThe message on my phone burned into my mind like a hot brand on cold skin.“Stop digging, Lucas.”I gripped the wheel tighter, knuckles whitening. My breath caught in my throat, pulse hammering beneath my jaw. The streetlights blurred through the windshield as my foot unconsciously pressed harder on the gas.Who sent it?More importantly, how did they know?I hadn't told a soul. Not about Jude. Not about my suspicions. Not even about my plan to visit the hospital. So how?Unless…Was someone watching me?Could it be Eva?No… it can’t be. She wouldn’t do that. She couldn’t. Could she? The questions won’t stop racing, crashing, clawing through me. And with every second, the doubt grows louder.Paranoia crawled up my spine like a spider weaving webs in my mind.I flicked my eyes to the rearview mirror. Just the same row of cars. Nothing suspicious. No one tailing me.I tapped the message again. No number. No sender. No trace. Whoever it was, they wanted to scare me.