Page 26 of My Husband’s New Fiancée

“I don’t want her inserting herself into our family. That’s not her place anymore.”

No.

It isn’t.

Unless it is. I don’t know anymore.

Silence settles between us.

I say nothing. Not yet. Because this is a conversation I need to have with my parents first.

Then I remember her comment about the baby.

“What was that about earlier?”

She blinks.

“The baby comment.”

Her lips part, then close again before she suddenly blurts out,

“Wouldn’t that make you happy?”

“No. I already told you—it’s not the right time. I have no desire to start a family right now.”

She presses her lips together and turns toward the window.

I think the conversation is over when she speaks again.

“Why did she come back after all this time?” she asks, more tense now. “Do you think she’s trying to stop our wedding?”

My heart kicks hard against my ribs at the thought.

She turns toward me, her gaze sharper now.

“Can she do that?”

“No.”

The answer comes instantly. It just lacks conviction. Because my mind is already somewhere else.

“You said you caught a glimpse of her on the other side of the reception hall.”

She turns toward me, and a strange glint passes through her eyes. If I didn’t know her better, I’d say she was afraid. But that doesn’t make any sense.

“Oh yeah?” she replies. “I… I don’t remember anymore. Everything was such a blur that day. Yeah, now that you mention it, I remember seeing someone who looked like her. I… I thought it was her.”

I slow as we approach the parking garage entrance.

“I still have work to do. You should probably call your parents and your sister to check on the wedding preparations.”

“You’re right,” Bianca murmurs. “I can’t wait for next Saturday.”

Once we return to the penthouse, I lock myself inside my office.

The silence crushes me. So does the doubt.

The questions are multiplying, becoming harder and harder to ignore.