Aching even without touch.
So, as soon as I was rescued from Matteo’s captivity, the first thing on my mind was to take a pregnancy test.
Just to be sure.
Just to confirm what I had already feared.
And now—
there it was.
Undeniable.
I was pregnant.
I leaned forward, my forehead nearly touching the mirror as my breathing turned uneven.
How the hell was I supposed to tell him?
Vincenzo.
The man who had once looked me dead in the eyes and said he would abort any child I carried.
Because it would carry my father’s blood.
Because it would be tainted.
Vincenzo.
The man who had nearly sacrificed me—my life, my heart—for Violet.
Vincenzo.
The man who still woke up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat, haunted by nightmares of what Vasquez had done to him years ago.
And now—
I was carrying his child.
My hands trembled slightly as they rested against the marble.
What would he do?
What could he do?
Would he look at me the same way?
Would he see this as betrayal?
As contamination?
As something that needed to be... removed?
My stomach twisted again, this time not from nausea—but from fear.
Real fear.
Because I didn’t know.
