Page 75 of The Billionaire's Betrayal
Shock flickered across his face before quickly transforming into awe, and then into a pure, uncontainable joy that wiped away every last hesitation.He pulled me into his arms, holding me close with a tenderness that made my breath catch.
“A baby!We’re having a baby!”he exclaimed, his eyes shining with happiness.
His excitement was infectious, and I felt the knot in my stomach loosen.
“But how?When?”he asked, still reeling.
I couldn’t help but smile at his astonishment.
“How?I think you already know,” I teased with a soft laugh.“As for when—it’s been a month.”
He mentally replayed the last few weeks, his eyes widening as the realization hit him.
“Your fatigue, the migraines...”he murmured, the puzzle pieces falling into place.
“Hormonal shifts,” I explained.
His joyful smile faded abruptly as he grasped the cruel irony of it all.It was precisely during this time that he had let himself be tempted by another.A heavy silence settled between us, thick with regret and unspoken pain.I could have softened the blow, reassured him that he hadn’t known what I was going through—but I wasn’t feeling generous.He had abandoned me when I had needed him the most, at my most vulnerable.
His expression hardened suddenly, and he took my hands in his, his gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine.
“I have no excuse for what I did,” he said, his voice filled with remorse yet unwavering.“All I can do is make you a promise: it will never happen again.Yes, it will take time to heal your wounds and solve all our problems, but we'll become that happy couple we once were.It can't be any other way.I'll take whatever time needed to regain your trust and love, and we'll form a family—the three of us.I won't give up on you.Ever.”
He squeezed my hands with fierce determination, his eyes shining with a sincerity that disarmed me.
"And when you fully accept me back into your life, I want our relationship out in the open.Never again will I hide you like a shameful secret.I want the whole world to know we're together."
His declaration resonated within me, awakening emotions I thought buried.Despite the sting of his betrayal, his words full of hope and promises were cracking the wall of resentment I had built.
The yacht cut through the Seine's waters, rocked by the shimmer of lights dancing on the surface.
When we docked, Tristan guided me to his car where Lorenzo waited, his hand resting in the small of my back with an almost painful delicacy.Before opening the door for me, he paused, his eyes searching mine with a vulnerability I hadn't seen in him before.
"Are you coming home tonight?"he whispered, his voice wavering between hope and apprehension.
I attempted a smile, hiding as best I could the turmoil within me.
"I need time.A little distance will do us good," I replied, weighing each word.
He took the blow without flinching, but I saw his mask crack for an instant.
"I understand," he said simply, sadness transparent in his voice.
He opened the door in silence.
"Get in.We'll drop you at your hotel."
I settled into the car after greeting Lorenzo.Tristan sat beside me, and the car slipped silently into the illuminated streets of the capital.
In front of the hotel, he turned to me one last time.
"Will I see you tomorrow?"he asked, hope piercing in his voice.
"Not tomorrow.I'm spending the day and evening with Leila.But I'll be at the office Monday.If you want, we could have dinner together."
He nodded softly.
"I'll pick you up at seven," he whispered."Take care of yourself."
