"Are you sure?"
She hands me the tests. All three are positive. Clear as day.
I sit down on the bed heavily.
An heir. Antonio's dying wish. The thing that will secure my position. The thing that will save us from the marriage contract provisions.
The thing that ties me to Gemma forever.
I should be happy. Relieved. Victorious.
Instead, I feel like the walls are closing in on me. Because while I've done what my uncle wanted, I've also screwed myself.
Because now I can't give her to Adrian. Can't sacrifice her to save the family.
She's carrying my child. The heir. The future.
And I'm more fucked than I've ever been.
Gemma sits beside me. Not touching. Just sitting.
"What do we do?" she whispers.
"I don't know."
For the first time in my life, I genuinely don't know.
"Saint—"
"I need to think." I stand. "I need to figure this out."
"Figure what out?"
I look at her. Really look at her. The woman I married. The woman I came to care for. The woman who betrayed me.
The woman carrying my child.
"Everything," I say. "I need to figure out everything."
I leave the bedroom before she can respond.
Down the hallway. To Antonio's study—my study. The place where I'm supposed to have answers.
I pour a drink. Drain it. Pour another.
Pregnant.
She's fucking pregnant.
The one thing that could save us. Or damn us completely.
CHAPTER 17
Gemma
Saint doesn't come back to bed. He hasn't slept with me since the night Antonio passed when he found me in the club. I know it's because of what I did, and it should make me angry, but most nights I'm too exhausted to think too much about it.
And honestly, I can't blame him.
