CHAPTER 192

On the next day, the reality of what I had suspected gnawed at me like an itch I couldn’t scratch.

Each morning, I would wake up thinking about it, wondering if I should tell Leon, but then I’d push the thought away. There was too much going on. Too many things at stake. Between the mounting pressure with Justin, the entrapment operation, and the weight of everything Leon had taken on, I just couldn’t add to his stress.

He was already doing everything he could for me. How could I throw something like this on top of it all?

The night at the restaurant kept replaying in my head—those few nauseating bites of caviar, the moment in the bathroom when I realized my period was late. My stomach twisted every time I thought about it. It was so obvious now, but I’d been too wrapped up in the chaos around us to even notice.

Still, I couldn’t bring myself to tell him. Not yet.

Instead, I did my best to act normal. I pretended everything was fine, even when I was hit with waves of nausea througho