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She inhaled shakily.“But I decided to seek medical advice—just to clear my head, because it was too real to ignore. The doctor told me exactly what I needed to hear to feel relief. He said it was all in my head. That I was stressed, imagining things. He told me no one had touched me and assured me it was nothing to worry about.”Tarzan’s fists clenched tightly, his heart pounding painfully against his ribs. His lips parted on their own, as if he had forgotten how to breathe.*That bastard!*Every muscle in his body screamed to find that doctor—and Andres—and peel their flesh off bit by bit, until they begged for death but wouldn’t get it easily.Lena kept her face down.“Even though the soreness was real enough to say otherwise—and the stain too—I chose to believe what the doctor told me. I know it was stupid... but for my mental health, I was going to accept it. Or I would've lost my mind altogether. After that day, it didn't stop... the sore ness got worse but I didn't get stains a

Before she could protest again, he swept her up into his arms. A startled little laugh escaped her despite everything—the sound catching on a hiccup of leftover tears. "Tarzan! What are you doing?—" "Trying to put my baby to bed." He laid her down gently, then straightened. "Want a sexy dance to turn you on first?" Lena covered her face, shyly. "Stop!" She really tried not to laugh, but failed. Tarzan peeled his shirt off without breaking rhythm, tossed it aside, and crawled over her. Lena’s breath hitched when he parted her thighs. For a second, she thought of arguing again—of saying she was too wrecked, too heavy with fear. "Tarzan..." She whispered, heart racing. "Shhhh... It's okay, baby. Trust me. Your body needs this to relieve every stress that came with today. Keep everything else off your mind and focus on me. I'm trying my best to seduce you here." Lena smiled and nodded. "So can I have all your attention? Don't think of anything else." She shut her eyes and

Twenty minutes had passed since Ricardo and Tarzan left the room, but to Rosa it felt like an eternity.She couldn’t sleep no matter how she shifted or adjusted her pillows. Her mind refused to quiet.Worry had coiled itself around her chest like a serpent, squeezing tighter with every passing second.She tossed and turned until, with a frustrated groan that seemed to come from the depths of her soul, she sat bolt upright, her hands instinctively cradling her swollen belly.“I must go check on Lena,” she muttered.She fumbled for her phone on the nightstand, squinting at the blinding glow of the screen.1:34 a.m.It was already well past midnight, but Rosa couldn’t shake the gnawing certainty that Lena was suffering alone. Since, Lena is someone who had always worn her heart on her sleeve. “Who knows—she might be crying right now. She might be hurting herself and blaming herself for everything. I have to go and be with her at a time like this.”With resolve, she swung her legs over t

The next morningLena stirred, pulled from sleep by the sound of uneven breathing close beside her.Her eyes fluttered open, still heavy. Morning light pressed against her lids. She blinked slowly and then her gaze found the figure standing at the edge of the bed.Her heart seized.Tarzan stood there with his broad shoulders trembling. Tears ran freely down his face.She had to blink again to be sure she was awake.When the image held, she sat up so fast it felt like the air had been punched from her lungs.She did not know how to name what she was seeing. This was the man who had always been her anchor, her rock. Now he looked broken—like a ship that had finally gone under in a storm it could not outlast.Last night he had been strong. Steady. Present in every way that mattered. What in God’s name had happened between then and now?Just looking at him made her eyes burn.“Tarzan?”Her voice came out hoarse. A tear slipped down her cheek before she could stop it.“What… happened? What

Tarzan held her tightly as her body shook with sobs."I'm sorry," he whispered into her hair. "I'm so sorry, Lena. You don't deserve any of this. I failed you. I failed in every way that matters."She beat weakly against his chest, but he didn't flinch. He only held her closer, absorbing her grief as if it were his own."I should have been there," he repeated, his voice cracking under the weight of his guilt. "I should have been there. I should have protected you. I should have protected our baby. I failed you, Lena. I failed you both."Outside the closed door, Ricardo stood in the hallway, while Rosa sat in a chair nearby. Their faces were pale, etched with shared anguish. Lena's cries from within the room seemed to shake the very walls.Rosa's hand flew to her mouth as a sob escaped her throat, tears spilling freely down her cheeks. She couldn't help it—her daughter's pain was visceral, gut-wrenching, the kind of sorrow no mother should have to witness.Ricardo took her other hand a