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On the other, my wife who'd just called and said she'd gone to the hospital.

Chapter 18

Elena

Isabella's little moan came through way too clear, like a needle straight into my heart, leaving me nowhere to run.

I didn't have to look to know what they were doing.

I stood outside the hospital with my test results still clenched in my hand. The paper kept fluttering in the night wind, and under the streetlight the words at the top, "Pregnancy: Positive," looked viciously bright.

An hour ago, I'd thought it was the hardest secret I'd ever have to say out loud. Now it felt like some cruel, badly timed joke.

I folded the report and shoved it to the very bottom of my bag.

On the ride back to the manor, I didn't cry. I stared at the lights sliding past the car window and tried to imagine a future that didn't have Kiryan in it.

When the car stopped in front of the manor, Olga was still in the living room. The second she saw me come in, she hurried over.

"How'd it go? What'd the tests say?"

"Just an upset stomach."

The lie slipped out, and my hand moved on its own to press down on my bag. The report sat against my palm through the leather, like a small, scorching coal.

"What did the doctor say?"

"Told me to rest."

Olga didn't push. She got up and went to the kitchen, then came back a few minutes later with hot soup and bread, setting it down in front of me.

"Eat something. This won't mess with your stomach."

I picked up the spoon and forced down a few bites. There was a little life inside me. I couldn't afford to be stubborn and skip food. What surprised me was how calm my body stayed. The little one behaved. I got through half a bowl of soup and half a piece of bread without my stomach turning once.

After dinner, I stayed in the living room, watching the clock make its rounds. I couldn't make myself go back to the bedroom. That bed still held the trace of the last few nights, the way we'd slept tangled together like it meant something.

After Olga and Pera cleaned up, they saw me still sitting there, and Olga's face hardened.

"Stop waiting."

"I wasn't waiting for him."

"Go upstairs and sleep, sweetheart." Olga let out a tired sigh. "If you sit here all night, you'll just wear yourself down. Don't wreck your body over him."

I didn't move. My thoughts were a wreck.

I wanted to tell Kiryan I was pregnant. I also wanted to ask him what the hell happened with Isabella. Some stupid part of me still wanted to believe it was one of Isabella's tricks.

Olga didn't try to talk me into it again. She sat down beside me and stayed there, keeping me company in the quiet.

At ten, I finally heard a car roll into the front drive.

I stood up like my body had been waiting even if my mouth refused to admit it. Olga glanced at me, then walked toward the hallway, leaving the living room to us.

The front door opened.

Kiryan walked in with the chill of the night clinging to him. He'd changed shirts. A dark coat hung over his arm, and irritation sat heavy between his brows.