Isabella’s POVI strode over to Rosa, ready to slap her one last time. Vincent rushed forward, his hands stopping me. “What are you doing?”“It’s my fault, Vincent. Mrs. Falcone has every right to be angry with me. First, I asked you to come to the pregnancy check-up with me, then I moved in here.” Rosa put on that innocent act again. “It’s all my fault. I should just leave. I really shouldn’t have come today.”Fine, then leave. The thought crossed my mind.To my surprise, Vincent—who had been trying to stop me from slapping Rosa—spoke up. "I agree. You should leave, Rosa. I’m not going to force my wife out of here."I was stunned. After everything, I expected him to yell at me, to tell me to leave.Rosa was taken aback too, but in the next breath, she managed to shed a few tears, pleading, “Ow, my stomach hurts so badly. Is the baby angry with me?”Once again, I watched as Vincent’s serious expression faltered. He softened—for her. His hand hovered over her stomach, like she was the m
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