We’re walking to the car, and Caspian has been unusually quiet. His silence makes me uneasy, but I pretend not to notice. I’ve already lied once today, and I’m not sure how long I can keep it up.Then he speaks. “The flu, huh?”I nod, slipping my arm through his as we approach the car, trying to play it cool. “Yeah, nothing serious.”He opens the car door for me, ever the gentleman, and helps me in. His hand lingers for a second longer on my arm, and I can feel him watching me, still not convinced. “How about medication?” he asks, sliding into the backseat beside me. I point to my bag. “It’s in there.”He pauses for a moment, then leans sideways to grab my bag. “Can I see?”My heart skips a beat. I don’t know if that’s a good idea. There's no flu medication in there, but I can’t just refuse him without raising suspicion.I force a laugh, trying to deflect. “So you can hide them like you did with my contraceptive pills?”Caspian smirks, but there’s something serious behind his eyes.
Caspian's POVAntonio’s name is still flashing on my phone’s screen when I answer it. I’ve been waiting days for this call, knowing that whatever he’s found could change everything. There’s no time to involve Desiree in this mess; I need to handle it first.“Antonio,” I say, keeping my voice steady as I make my way down the stairs.“Boss, you got my message?”“Yeah, I got it. Where are you?” I ask, already feeling the urgency rise in my chest. “I need to see everything. Now.”“I figured you would.” There’s a brief pause before he continues. “I’m pulling into your driveway as we speak. And trust me, you’re gonna want to see what I’ve got. It’s... extensive.”Antonio pulls up to the driveway just as I reach the living room. I hear the crunch of gravel under his tires and watch through the window as he parks. My stomach tightens with anticipation, knowing the conversation we’re about to have is going to be anything but pleasant.The door creaks open, and Antonio steps in, a thick folder
“What?” I whisper, still trying to process what Antonio just said. The room feels like it’s closing in on me, and I can’t catch my breath."It's just speculation, boss. Nothing’s been confirmed," Antonio adds, trying to soften the blow. His tone is calm, steady, but it doesn't help. “That’s why I didn’t want to mention it at first.”But I can’t focus on what he's saying anymore. My mind is already stuck on the thought—the gut-wrenching possibility—that Mike isn’t my son. My son. He’s been difficult lately, sure, rebellious and testing every boundary, but he’s mine. That can’t be a lie. No way.Gladys is doing this on purpose. It has to be her trying to mess with me. She knows how to twist the knife, play these games. She’s always been like that—manipulating people, pulling strings to get under my skin.“Are you sure she hasn’t figured out you bugged her room?” I ask. “Maybe this is just her way of getting in my head, trying to make me doubt everything.”Antonio shakes his head. “No, t
Desiree's POVI’ve been watching Caspian walk back and forth, his steps heavy. Something’s off. I feel it in the way he won’t meet my eyes, the way his hand keeps running through his hair like he’s trying to pull himself together but failing.“Hey, Cherry,” he says finally, walking toward me. He tries to smile, but it’s thin, barely there. “You shouldn’t be on your feet, and you know it.”“I’m fine, Caspian,” I reply, brushing off his concern. “But you don’t look fine. What’s going on?”He hesitates. His hand moves to rub the back of his neck, something he only does when he’s nervous. There’s a long pause. I know whatever’s coming isn’t good.Before he can answer, the man sitting on the couch—dark-haired, sharp-eyed—speaks up. “Hi,” he says, smiling in a way that makes me uneasy. “Pleasure meeting you. I’m Antonio.”So this is the Antonio. Caspian’s private investigator. I’ve known about him for a while—heard his name enough times—but seeing him in person? It feels strange. Like he kn
I hear Caspian’s footsteps behind me. He kneels and rubs my back. “Desiree, what’s wrong?” His voice is soft, full of concern. He brushes my hair away from my face as I vomit again, the bitter taste filling my mouth.When it finally stops, I rest my head against the toilet, trying to catch my breath. “I’m fine,” I say, though I know I’m not. I get up, my legs shaky, and move to the sink, splashing cold water on my face.Caspian's standing behind me now. “You’re not fine,” he says. “You just ran out of bed to throw up. What’s going on?”I avoid his gaze in the mirror, focusing on the water instead. “I don’t know. Maybe I ate something bad?”He doesn’t say anything, but I know he doesn’t believe me. He steps closer, his hand gently cupping my face. “Cherry, don’t hide things from me. If something’s wrong, tell me. Do we need to see the doctor again? Are you taking the medication he gave you?”I want to tell him everything I’m feeling—the fear, the uncertainty. But I can’t, not yet. So,
Mike has always been a gym freak. I don’t need to call to know he’ll be here, throwing weights around like he’s preparing for a heavyweight championship. As I step inside the gym, the familiar scent of sweat and rubber fills my nostrils. The air is thick with testosterone, but I don’t care. I’m not here for anything other than to drop the truth on Mike.I spot him immediately, his muscular arms straining as he presses another weight up. His face is set in concentration, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead and onto his chest. He’s showing off, of course, making sure everyone sees how much he can lift. It’s always been his thing—looking strong, invincible. But I know the truth. I know how weak he really is underneath all that bravado.I walk toward him. As I get closer, he drops the weights onto the rack and sits up, wiping his forehead with a towel. When he finally looks at me, his lips curl into that same cocky smirk I used to fall for. Now it just makes me sick.“Well, well, wel
Caspian's POVI find myself pacing around the living room, feeling like a trapped animal. The clock ticks, one second turning into two, and my frustration grows. Desiree still isn't home, and the thought of her with Mike kills me. Why did she have to meet him? Why couldn’t she let someone else handle this? My hands move to my hair as I stop in front of the window, staring outside but not really seeing anything. I try calling her again, but there’s no answer. Every minute feels like a century. Where is she? The longer I wait, the more agitated I become. I find myself grabbing my phone and dialing her again, my finger tapping impatiently on the side of my leg. This time, something strange happens—I hear the sound of a phone ringing, not through the earpiece, but from inside the house. "What the hell?" I say, lowering my phone and looking around. The sound is coming from upstairs.I jog up the stairs, following the sound to our bedroom. It’s coming from her bag, casually tossed on the
I run my hands through my hair, pacing the room again, my heart pounding in my chest. “I don’t know what to think anymore! You’ve been lying to me for days, and you’re telling me it’s not even my decision whether we keep the baby?”“This isn’t about you, Caspian. This is about me. My life. My body. I’m the one who has to carry this baby.”“I know that,” I say. “But it’s our baby, Desiree. You can’t just shut me out like this. I have a right to know. I have a right to be part of this decision.”She looks away, her jaw tight, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “And what if I’m not ready?” she whispers. “What if I’m not ready to be a mother?”I stop pacing. “Desiree… you can’t mean that.”“I don’t know,” she says, shaking her head. “I don’t know if I can do this. We have so much going on, so much… mess. And I’m scared, Caspian. I’m scared of what this means for us. For me.”I take a step closer, my heart aching at the sight of her. “You don’t have to be scared. We’ll figure this out.