All Chapters of I let Twelve Men Have My Married Pussy : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Chapter Twenty-One: The Getaway

Rosella's POVRafael’s words echoed in my mind long after he disappeared into the shadows, his parting threat hanging in the cool night air like a heavy, suffocating fog.You are hiding something much bigger than an illness. And I am going to find out what it is.I remained frozen on the terrace, my fingers gripping the stone balustrade so tightly my knuckles turned white. My heart was pounding so loudly, so violently, I feared it would echo across the manicured grounds of the estate for everyone to hear.The cool night air brushed against my bare skin, raising goosebumps along my arms, but it did nothing to calm the fire and storm raging inside me. I was slipping. The carefully constructed walls of my deception were beginning to crumble, and the debris was threatening to bury me alive.Leo returned from his phone call moments later, the heavy glass door sliding open with a soft click. He noticed immediately how pale I had become, the vibrant warmth of the evening drained entirely fro

Chapter Twenty-Two The beast of a trip

Rosella's POVMorning came before I was ready for it. I stood in the master bedroom folding clothes into a suitcase, trying to keep my hands steady while my mind ran through every way this trip could go wrong.I thought about packing the prenatal vitamins, the folded printout of notes from Dr. Brooks tucked into my nightstand, anything that might help me if something happened while we were away.Then I thought about Leo going through the bag and finding a bottle he didn't recognize, and I put everything back in the drawer and shut it like it had never crossed my mind.This was supposed to be a romantic weekend. It felt like walking into a cage I had built myself and handed him the key to.Leo was waiting downstairs when I came down, dressed casually, keys already in his hand. He looked lighter than he had in weeks, like the collapse of Ashcroft and everything after it had finally loosened its grip on his shoulders. He wanted to drive us himself, and I let him.The drive out of the cit

Chapter Twenty-Three The Lie That Almost Broke Me

Rosella's POVI froze. My heartbeat pounded so loudly that I could barely hear the fire crackling in the fireplace. The world seemed to stop spinning for a terrifying second, and the flames danced in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across Leo's face as he watched me with those calm yet piercing eyes that never seemed to miss a single detail.I forced myself to laugh weakly, the sound brittle and fake even to my own ears. "Pregnant? Why would you ask me that?" The words left my mouth but they felt hollow, as though someone else had spoken them for me.Leo did not smile. He calmly listed everything he had noticed over the past weeks, laying each piece out like evidence on a table. My collapse at dinner. The sudden morning sickness I thought I had hidden well enough. The constant exhaustion that made me disappear into our bedroom by early evening. The mood swings I blamed on stress. My secret hospital visit, which I had never explained to his satisfaction. And Dr. Nathan Brooks, w

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR: TRAPPED WITH MY HUSBAND

Rosella’s POV.I drove back before the sun came up.The road was empty and dark and I kept both hands on the wheel and my eyes on the stretch of tarmac ahead and tried not to think about Nathan’s hands or Nathan’s voice or the particular warmth of a room I should never have stayed in as long as I did.I checked the time every few minutes, watching the clock on the dashboard the way you watched something you were afraid of, counting the distance between where I was and where I needed to be before the world woke up and started asking questions I had no answers to.Four forty-three.Four fifty-one.Five oh two.The lake house came into view just as the first grey light was beginning to sit at the edge of the sky, not quite dawn, just the suggestion of it, and I pulled the car slowly around the back the way I always did when I was trying not to be heard and sat there for a moment with the engine off and my hands still gripping the wheel.*Please be asleep.* I said it once, quietly, to no

CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE: The beast of a truth

Rosella's POV Leo's final words echoed through the quiet bedroom like a death sentence.Whatever you are hiding, Rose, I am going to find it.I broke down right there in front of him. The tears came fast and hard, without warning, and I could not keep pretending everything was normal anymore. The weight of everything I had been carrying, the affairs, the pregnancy, the constant fear of being found out, finally crushed me all at once.I sank onto the edge of the bed and sobbed into my hands, my whole body shaking with emotions I had held back for far too long. Guilt and fear and the love I still felt for him twisted together into a storm I could no longer control.Leo did not shout. He did not demand answers right away. He simply sat beside me and waited, and somehow his silence felt heavier than any accusation could have. I cried until my throat ached and my eyes burned raw.The next morning he quietly set the unopened pregnancy test on the bathroom counter again, then stayed just ou

Chapter Twenty-Six The Question I Could Never Answer

Rosella's POVI woke after a sleepless night, my body heavy with exhaustion and my mind still replaying the words I had whispered into the darkness hours before. They had slipped out of me in a moment of weakness, in that fragile space between waking and sleep where truth sometimes escapes before the mind can catch it and pull it back.I had prayed those words would dissolve into the night and never reach him. But some sentences do not vanish. Some sentences wait.Leo was already awake, sitting by the window in the soft morning light that spilled gold across the floorboards. His shirt was open at the collar, sleeves pushed up his forearms, and for a moment he looked like any other man enjoying a quiet morning at the lake.But his stillness told a different story. He was unusually quiet, his gaze fixed on something far beyond the water outside, something I couldn't name but felt in my bones the way animals sense a storm before the sky opens.The tenderness from the night before hadn't

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN: STEAMY DOOM

Rosella's POVThe silence between us felt alive, pressing against my ribs until I could barely draw breath. Leo sat across the kitchen table with his hands folded, watching me with a stillness that frightened me more than shouting ever could.He asked again, his voice quiet and even. "Whose child is it, Rosella?"I opened my mouth twice before any sound came out. My hands trembled in my lap. The question hung between us like something sharp, waiting to fall.Tears blurred my vision before I even realized I was crying. "I don't know," I whispered. Then, louder, because he deserved to hear it clearly, "I don't know who the father is."Leo didn't move. His jaw tightened, but he stayed silent, waiting for the rest."During the months we were falling apart," I said, forcing the words out through my sobs, "I looked for comfort somewhere else. More than once. I'm so sorry, Leo. I never meant for it to go this far."His eyes searched my face like he was trying to find the woman he married som

Chapter Twenty Eight Every Lie I Ever Told

Rosella's POVI woke in the guest room to a sleepless dawn, the kind that arrives without mercy, pale light bleeding through the heavy curtains and casting long shadows across a bed that still felt unfamiliar despite everything. The estate felt unnaturally tense that morning, the usual sounds of the household swallowed into silence. No footsteps in the hallway. No clatter of dishes from the kitchen below. The staff moved as though they had learned to disappear, as though something in the air had warned them to keep their distance from whatever was coming.Leo had left before sunrise without telling anyone where he was going. I knew because I had reached for him in the dark and found only cold sheets, the imprint of his body already fading. The emptiness of the house pressed down on me like something physical, a weight settling into my chest that made it hard to draw a full breath.I touched my stomach instinctively, the way I had begun doing without meaning to, as though my hand alone

Chapter Twenty–nine The Result

Rosella's POV.The drive to the clinic was quiet in a way that pressed against my chest like a physical weight. Leo and I hadn't spoken more than a handful of words since we buckled Alexander into his car seat that morning. The silence between us felt less like peace and more like the held breath before something breaks.I sat with my hands folded tightly in my lap. I watched the city blur past the window without really seeing any of it. My mind was already at the clinic, already bracing for whatever waited for us there.Behind us our son slept with the kind of innocence that made my heart ache. His tiny face was so peaceful, so untouched by the storm that had been building around him since before he ever took his first breath. I found myself wishing I could shield him from all of it forever.Please don't let this touch you, baby, I thought. Whatever happens in that room today, please let it stay far away from you. You deserve to grow up without carrying the weight of what your paren

Chapter Thirty The Silence After

Rosella's POVWe left the clinic in stunned silence, the paper in Leo's hand feeling heavier than anything I had ever seen him carry. Leo carried Alexander to the car with the same care he always did, his hands gentle as he secured the baby into his seat, his face unreadable in a way that frightened me more than tears would have. I watched him from the passenger side, searching for some crack in his composure, and found none.Despite the devastating result, his first instinct was still to protect the child, and that single truth told me more about the man I married than any vow ever had.The drive home passed in a silence so complete I could hear my own heartbeat. Neither of us spoke. Neither of us dared to. The estate felt different when we finally arrived, the grand mansion that had once been our home now looming like a place filled with ghosts, its warmth replaced by something cold and unfamiliar. Leo retreated to his study almost immediately, his footsteps steady and controlled, a

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