All Chapters of I let Twelve Men Have My Married Pussy : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Rosella's POV.I slipped out of the estate before dawn painted the sky. The master bedroom was still wrapped in darkness when I dressed in a simple blouse and jeans, my hands shaking as I buttoned them. Leo stirred slightly as I leaned down to kiss his forehead. “I am meeting an old friend for brunch” I whispered, keeping my voice steady and light. “Girls day. Do not wait up if it runs long.” He murmured something affectionate and pulled me closer for a moment, his arm heavy around my waist. Guilt twisted like a knife in my gut, but I forced a smile and slipped away. My heart pounded the entire drive to the private hospital on the outskirts of the city. Every red light felt like a countdown. Every car behind me might as well have been Leo following. *What if he wakes up and checks the security logs? What if Rafael or Damien, or Adrian texts at the wrong moment? And now this. A baby growing inside me while my life is one giant lie.* I stopped at a pharmacy first b

**Rosella POV**I woke slowly to the soft glow of the bedside lamp. My head was throbbing painfully and my entire body felt heavy with an overwhelming exhaustion. The familiar silk sheets of our matrimonial bed surrounded me, but the air in the master bedroom felt thick with an undeniable tension. Leo sat in the armchair beside the bed, his face etched with a genuine worry that I had not seen in a long time. For the first time in weeks, his usual sharp suspicion seemed completely overshadowed by raw concern. He leaned forward immediately when my eyes fluttered open, taking my trembling hand gently in his."Rosella, thank God. You collapsed at dinner," he whispered, his voice cracking slightly. "The doctor is already here."I blinked several times, trying to piece together the scattered fragments of my memory. I remembered the sudden dizziness, the spinning room, and the terrifying way everything went entirely black while Leo shouted my name across the dining room table. Panic surged

Rosella's POVLeo's voice was calm, which was somehow worse than if he'd shouted. The hospital receipt sat on the bedside table between us, and I could feel it watching me as much as he was.I let the tears come before I'd even decided what I was going to say. Some of them were real. Most of them were not, but by the time they hit my cheeks I couldn't have told you which were which anymore."I've been feeling unwell for weeks," I said. "I didn't want to worry you until I had real answers, so I went alone. I lied about the brunch because I was scared it might be something serious. I'm sorry, Leo. I should have trusted you."He reached out and wiped a tear from my cheek with his thumb, and for a moment I thought it had worked. Then I looked at his eyes and understood it hadn't, not completely. He was still watching me the way he watched a contract he suspected someone had altered."Why didn't you trust your own husband with this?""I was terrified. I didn't want to put my fear on top of

Rosella's POVI woke with the kind of stillness that only comes after a storm except the storm had not passed. It was a gathering.Guilt had taken up residence somewhere beneath my ribs overnight a low ache that pulsed in time with my heartbeat. I could still feel the ghost of Nathan's hands at my jaw, the warmth of his voice when he had promised I've got you.You are safe with me. It should have comforted me. Instead it sat in my stomach like something swallowed wrong.Leo was already at the table when I came downstairs dressed for the office, a cup of coffee steaming untouched at his elbow. He looked up and smiled that same easy devoted smile I had married him for and rose to press a kiss to my cheek.How are you feeling? After yesterday. His thumb brushed my jaw gently as always.He went through my phone last night. The thought arrived without warning and lodged itself behind my sternum. He knows something and he is choosing not to show it.That was the part that frightened me. Not

Rosella's POV.The last guests began leaving the dining room, and the heavy tension from Leo's final toast still lingered in the air like smoke. To honesty in all things. The words refused to leave my head, circling back no matter how hard I tried to push them away.Servants moved quietly, clearing the table while the silence between those of us left behind felt heavier than any conversation had been all night. No one spoke much. The discomfort sat thicker than the wine we had all had too much of.Dr. Nathan Brooks thanked Leo for the invitation, his voice steady and professional even though I could see the tightness behind his eyes. Leo walked him to the front door personally, and the two men exchanged polite smiles at the entrance that didn't quite reach either of their faces. Before Nathan stepped outside, Leo said quietly that he hoped they would see each other again soon, Doctor. Nathan sensed there was more behind the words, but he kept his composure and gave a small nod before