Page 160 of My Husband’s New Fiancée

“You abandon me while I’m carrying your child and go on vacation without me? How can you do this to me? This was supposed to be our honeymoon.”

Dante doesn’t respond. He rubs his forehead, already exhausted by the conversation.

“Who were you with?” she presses.

Has she always been this way? Constantly blaming people? Trying to make them feel guilty?

“You exhaust me with your questions,” Dante replies. “I don’t owe you anything beyond what concerns the baby. Tell me what you actually want. Stop wasting my time.”

She says nothing for several long seconds before finally blurting out:

“I’m tired of living in a hotel. I want a place with staff to help me. And money to prepare for the baby.”

Irritation flickers through me.

And I almost hate myself for it right away.

It’s Dante’s baby too, whether I like it or not.

He doesn’t even react.

“Noted. My lawyer will contact you this week to arrange the financial details. You’ll have an apartment and in-home assistance.”

“And why not our apartment?”

My eyelids lower slightly, but I can feel Dante’s attention on me.

“No.”

“Why? I saw you put it up for sale.”

He put it up for sale? Since when? Why?

“Is it because of her?” Bianca asks.

“Do you want an apartment, or would you rather stay at the hotel?”

Dante’s voice leaves no room for discussion.

“How can you treat me like this after everything we’ve been through?”

“Were you expecting something else?”

Another long silence.

Even from here, I can almost feel Bianca’s frustration.

“I have a gynecologist appointment in a week.”

The silence that follows lasts two full seconds.

Dante locks eyes with me. He knows exactly what that sentence means. For me. For us. For what we’re trying to rebuild. He holds my gaze as if trying to reassure me that this decision has nothing to do with Bianca.

Then he asks:

“Where?”

Bianca gives him the address. The clinic. The time. The floor.