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I lay on the bed for a long time, crying until my eyes were sore and my throat hurt. I didn't know how long I lay there, but when I opened my eyes, the sky outside the window had started to get dark. I heard the front door open, then heavy footsteps on the floor below. Julian was home.I heard him talking to Maria downstairs. Their voices were too soft for me to hear, but I knew Maria was telling him about my condition. A few minutes later, I heard his footsteps climbing the stairs, approaching the bedroom.The door opened slowly. Julian walked in with a worried face. He was still wearing his work suit, his jacket already taken off, his shirt slightly wrinkled. His eyes immediately found me on the bed, and I saw pain there when he saw me crying.He walked quickly to the side of the bed and sat beside me. His hand reached for mine, holding it tightly."Maria said you've been crying since you got home. What's wrong, darling? Tell me."I couldn't answer. My sobs broke out again, louder t

I was sitting in the living room at that time, enjoying a cup of herbal tea while reading a pregnancy book. Julian had already gone to work since morning, so I thought it might be a courier or one of the maids who forgot to bring their keys.But when Maria opened the door, I heard a voice that made my hair stand on end."I want to see Julian. I know he's here."Victor Mendoza.I immediately tensed up. I put down my book and tea carefully, then walked to the kitchen through the back door. I didn't want to meet Victor. I didn't want to hear his cynical words, didn't want to see his hateful gaze. I had suffered enough because of Diego and Isabella. I didn't need more from Victor.I hid in the kitchen, listening to the conversation from a distance. Maria tried to explain that Julian was at work, but Victor didn't care."I'll wait until he comes home."I heard his footsteps entering the living room. I heard the television being turned on. Victor was waiting.I prayed that Julian would come

The first few weeks in the countryside felt like a dream. I woke up every morning to the sound of birds chirping outside my window, the gentle breeze carrying the scent of wildflowers and fresh grass. The sunrises were spectacular, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink that I had never seen in London.Julian had transformed our new home into a sanctuary. He planted a small garden in the backyard with vegetables and herbs, and he even built a wooden bench under a large oak tree where I could sit and read. The house itself was warm and inviting, with large windows that let in plenty of natural light and a fireplace that crackled softly in the evenings.I started to feel like myself again. The constant anxiety that had gripped me began to loosen its hold. I wasn't checking my phone every five minutes, dreading what I might see. I wasn't replaying Victor's cruel words in my head over and over. I was just living. Breathing. Existing without fear.Julian worked from home most days,