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"I'm not good for her. I'll ruin her life. Just like my father ruined my mother's. I’m not built like you.”
Roman shakes his head. "You're not your father, Marco. Never have been."
"I need to focus on finding this traitor."
"Keep telling yourself that." Roman stands, disgust evident in his expression. "While you're burying yourself in work, remember, some things, once lost, don't come back."
He leaves me alone with my thoughts, with the memory of Gabriella's face, with the knowledge that my child grows inside her.
The certainty that a future I was sure I didn’t want has slipped through my fingers.
24
GABRIELLA
It's been three days since I walked out of Marco's house.
His rage-filled expression still burns in my memory, making it difficult to read the contracts I’m reviewing for my father’s business.
I stare at the same paragraph for the fifth time, not absorbing a single word.
Focus, I tell myself.
Dad's been having more confused moments lately, making clarity on my end more important in managing the business.
But all I see is Marco's face when he found that pregnancy test. The shock. The betrayal.
I suppose it’s partly my fault.
I never actually said I was on birth control, but I knew he likely inferred that from what I had said to calm him down.
Was that a lie?
Maybe not technically, but I can see how he’d feel that way.
I’m not surprised by his immediate reaction, nor by the fact that he hasn’t made any attempt to contact me.
He didn’t try to stop me from leaving, hasn’t called or texted.
Nothing.
He just let me walk away, like he did last time.
Only this time, I’m pregnant with his child.
It’s what I expected as I packed my bag.
Marco Calabresi, perpetual bachelor, terrified of family and commitment.
But some foolish part of me hoped he might surprise me.
That the reality of a child’s existence would change him.
I drop my pen and lean back in my chair, fighting tears again.
Damn these hormones.
Or maybe it's just my broken heart.
