All Chapters of My Pretty Little Kitten : Chapter 91 - Chapter 95

DmitryGianna doesn't spare me another glance. She just keeps shaking her head, tears spilling down her cheeks as though she can't stop them, and every single one lands like a knife to my chest. I've seen her cry before. I've held her through panic attacks, nightmares, grief, and heartbreak. This is different.This time, I'm the reason.The realization settles deep in my bones, crushing the last bit of denial I had left. I keep trying to convince myself that everything I did was to protect her, that Tamer was the only version of me she trusted enough to confide in, but none of those excuses matter anymore. No amount of love changes the fact that I lied to her. I blurred every boundary she thought existed between her private life and mine, all because I couldn't bear the thought of letting either version of her go."Gianna..." My voice breaks around her name. I take a cautious step forward, keeping my hands low where she can see them. "Please forgive me."She flinches before I've even r

DmitryPregnant.The word loops endlessly in my head as we make our way to the bonfire, drowning out every laugh, every conversation, every crackle of burning wood. She's pregnant, and the baby is mine. It has to be mine.Did she know before she left? Was that why she'd walked away without looking back? Had she already known she was carrying my child and still decided I wasn't worth staying for?The thought twists something ugly inside my chest, but another follows just as quickly, cutting even deeper.She didn't leave because of a mistake.God, listen to yourself.It wasn't some harmless screw-up or drunken lapse in judgment. What I did hurt her in a way apologies never could, and pretending otherwise only made me sound pathetic. Even so, I couldn't stop wondering why she'd given up on us without a fight, why she'd looked at everything we'd built together and decided it wasn't enough to survive what I'd done.Maybe she'd been done with me long before that night, and I'd just handed h

GiannaDmitry holds his arms out to me, pulling me right into his chest, and I can’t help but inhale his scent. God, I’ve missed everything about this silly man.Get a bloody grip, Gianna. He played you. He watched you struggle and laughed in your face.I shut my eyes, feeling them sting, and bite down on my lower lip. He’s most likely hiding something else, probably sneaking around with Candace. I can just feel it.“We need to talk, please.” His pleading voice sends a shiver down my spine, and holy shit, I feel my knees buckle.“We have nothing to discuss. You played me, Dmitry! And I was bloody foolish to believe you.”I turn to leave, but he catches me again. Luckily, this time, Braide steps between us.“Dmitry, Gianna has had so much to drink already. I don’t think this is the best time for a conversation.”He looks between Braide and me, finally realizing we’d come together.He steps back, frowning. “What’s going on here?”I roll my eyes. He didn’t see me asking what he was doing