VANESSA’S POV I don’t remember sinking to the floor. One moment I was standing in the doorway of my bedroom, staring at Isabella’s hand resting protectively over her stomach, and the next I was on my knees, unable to breathe. Pregnant. My best friend was pregnant with my husband’s baby. “How long?” My voice came out strangled, barely a whisper. I slowly looked up at Sebastian, who already stood behind me in the doorway, his arms crossed over his bare chest. “How long have you been sleeping with Isabella?” He stared down at me with those cold, empty eyes that once used to look at me with warmth, with love, and with promises of forever. “Does it really matter?” he asked flatly. “Does it matter?” I repeated, my voice breaking. “Yes, Sebastian, it matters! She’s my best friend! You’re my husband!” “Five months,” Isabella answered for him, almost like she didn’t care about my pain. “I’ve been sleeping with your husband for five months, Vanessa.” Five months. Her words echoed
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