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"What... what are you talking about?" Tarzan asked in confusion. “Like Mitch said… what’s the point of doing it if the babies are going to die anyway?” Her breath hitched. “My womb is a graveyard… babies don’t survive.” A broken sob tore from her throat as she pressed both hands over her abdomen. “They don’t survive. It’s a graveyard.” “Don’t say that,” Tarzan snapped, his voice rough with emotion. Immediately, he pulled her into his arms, crushing her trembling body against his chest. “That’s not true. Don’t you ever say that about your body.” He cupped the back of her head, fingers threading gently through her hair. “How could you say such a thing? Your womb is not a freaking graveyard. It’s fruitful. It’s healthy. It’s beautiful,our babies will love it.” She shook her head fiercely against his chest, her tears soaking through his shirt. “No… no, it’s not.” “It is,” he insisted, his voice fierce yet tender. Lena shook her head again. “No, you don’t understan

Tarzan glanced back toward the bed.Lena had pushed herself up slightly, clumsily tugging at her clothes with some drunken determination. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of her blouse as she mumbled to herself, “Too hot… stupid clothes…”“Baby, I need your help!” she called out suddenly, frowning in frustration as the fabric twisted around her shoulders.Tarzan slid the burner phone into his pocket without a second thought and crossed the room to her bedside in two strides.“I’ve got you,” he said softly, his voice dropping into that deep, soothing timbre she loved.He knelt on the edge of the bed and helped peel the blouse over her head, then eased the skirt down her hips with careful hands.The sight that greeted him made his breath catch.She wore black lingerie—delicate lace that hugged her body and accentuated every curve in the most delicious way. A bold surprise she must have planned for tonight, before the evening unraveled into drunken tears and raw confessions.His gaz

He immediately pulled out of her. “What do you fuck is that? Are you trying to make me lose my erection?" Gabi turned around gasping. "What...what are you saying?" She asked. Suddenly a notification came on his phone, he ignored it but it kept coming. He groaned and went to check it out. His heart skipped when he saw Lena's name. *She finally replied? Should I ignore her to punish her for keeping me in silence all those time?* He thought. His thumb hovered over the message. "Fuck it," he snarled through gritted teeth, his voice low and venomous. He tapped the message open. His heart plummeted like a stone into an abyss as the first photo filled the screen. A zoom image of a chubby ass, barely contained by a sect black lace thong. Tarzan’s strong jaw was clamped down on one soft cheek, teeth sinking in with possessive hunger, his dark eyes locked directly on the camera like a savage predator savoring the kill. Making eye contact with the viewer..Mitch.

He straightened slightly, his broad shoulders shifting with quiet resolve, and brushed a stray lock of hair from my forehead with gentle, calloused fingers. The touch lingered,warmly, sending a familiar flutter through my chest. “I’m going to the hospital,” he said softly. “Just a check-up concerning my fertility. I want to make sure nothing will hinder our future happiness. It was a decision I made last night.” He winked, attempting to keep the moment light, but the words dropped like cold, heavy stones into the pit of my stomach. My face drained of color. The room seemed to tilt for a second. *He’s still desperate for a baby?* I fought to keep my expression neutral, but I knew he could see the flicker of unease in my eyes—the slight tightening at the corners, the way my smile faltered. The guilt I had carried for months surged forward again, heavy, suffocating, wrapping its icy fingers around my throat. “Alright…but I don't want to have a baby outside wedlock you know” I

I froze the instant I heard that door open. Before I could think of something to defend the scene before him. His phone slipped from his fingers and hit the floor with a sharp, crack. The screen splintered like a spiderweb. I jumped violently at the sound, a startled squeak escaping my throat. The sudden noise yanked me out of my haze, and reality slammed into me like a freight train. I was half-naked with his sweater buried between my thighs. “T-Tarzan—!” My voice came out high and strangled. I frantically yanked the sweater off and scrambled backward until my back hit the headboard, drawing my knees tight to my chest. My face burned hotter than ever. I couldn’t look at him. My heart hammered so loudly I was sure he could hear it. “I—I thought you’d be gone…… I didn’t mean for you to—” The words tumbled out in a mortified mess. I peeked through my fingers just enough to see him still standing there, chest rising and falling rapidly, one hand still