All Chapters of I let Twelve Men Have My Married Pussy : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Rosella's POVLeo was already behind the desk when I came into the study the next morning, and the sunlight through the tall windows caught every line the last few weeks had carved into his face. He looked older than he had any right to look at thirty four. Tired in a way that no amount of sleep would touch. A cup of coffee sat untouched at his elbow, gone cold, like he'd forgotten it the moment he sat down."Sit down, Rosella," he said, and his voice carried a steadiness that scared me more than anger would have.I sat. I waited for the words I already knew were coming."I'll always be Alexander's father," he said. "That part doesn't change no matter what the test says tomorrow." He paused, choosing his next words like each one cost him something he couldn't afford to spend twice. "But I can't keep pretending this marriage is something it isn't anymore.""You want a divorce." I said it before he had to."An amicable one. Shared custody. Everything built around what's best for him." H

Rosella's POVNone of us slept that night.Leo locked himself in his study with both DNA reports spread across the desk, and I heard him making calls before dawn broke. His voice stayed low and firm through the wall. He was not shouting. He was planning, and somehow that scared me more than if he had raised his voice.I sat in the guest room with the door cracked open, listening to every word I could catch. My hands would not stop shaking. The baby monitor on the nightstand showed Alexander sleeping in his nursery, so small and unaware of the storm building around him.I touched my stomach out of habit, even though he was already here, already real, already caught in the middle of something he never asked for. The guilt sat in my chest like a stone I could not put down.Leo would not trust the old results. He called the country's best forensic lab and arranged a fresh test, completely independent this time, samples pulled from him and Alexander both under watch. When he finally came o

Rosella's POVThe morning after the DNA results arrived, the house was quiet in a way that unsettled me more than any argument could have. I had spent the night convinced that once the truth came out, once Leo saw in black and white that Alexander was his son, everything between us would begin to heal. I told myself the lies and the fear had only ever been symptoms of doubt, and that doubt, once removed, would take the distance with it.I was wrong.Leo was polite over breakfast. He asked if I had slept. He thanked the housekeeper for the coffee. But there was a careful distance in the way he held himself, a formality that had never existed between us before, not even in our worst arguments. I kept waiting for him to reach for my hand the way he used to, some small gesture that would tell me we were still on solid ground. It never came.Around midmorning, Damien found me in the sitting room and told me Leo wanted to see me in the study. Something in his voice made my stomach drop befo

Rosella's POV The estate was on lockdown after the attempted breach, and Leo barely slept, spending the night reviewing footage with Damien while I checked on Alexander over and over, unable to shake the fear that had settled into my chest like a stone.Every time I closed my eyes I saw the hooded figure on the monitor, the image burned into my mind so deeply that even the quiet of the nursery couldn't erase it.Alexander slept peacefully through all of it, his little chest rising and falling in a rhythm that felt like the only steady thing left in the house. I touched his soft hair and whispered a promise into the dark, telling him I would keep him safe no matter what it cost me.I stood there longer than I needed to, watching him breathe, and I let myself think the thought I usually pushed away. I had built my entire life around being careful, around not letting anyone close enough to hurt me twice, and somehow the danger had found its way in anyway.It didn't matter how many locks

Rosella's POV I woke before sunrise. The guest room was still dark, the bed cold where Leo should have been. The silence of the house felt almost heavy, pressing down on me like a tangible thing.I lay there for a moment, listening to the slow, rhythmic ticking of the hallway clock, before I finally pushed the covers aside, got up, and walked down the dimly lit hallway.I found him in Alexander's nursery, standing motionless by the wooden crib, watching our son sleep with an expression I hadn't seen on him in years. The harshness in his eyes had softened into something raw and vulnerable. Neither of us spoke right away; the air between us was thick with history and unspoken words.*How many nights has he stood here alone while I slept a few doors down, too afraid to reach for him? How many times has he carried this weight without letting me near?*"I couldn't sleep," he said finally, without turning around. His voice was raspy, stripped bare by exhaustion. "Not after everything we le