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Chapter 42: She Found Out

Shock and disbelief still filled me when I woke up the next morning.

The room was dark thanks to the light-blocking drapes. I stared at the ceiling in vain. My eyes were tear stained and swollen from the amount of emotions I had let escape me.

What Ethan had said the night before played over and over again in my mind.

No. There must have been some misunderstanding.

It couldn’t have been what I thought it would be…

Slowly, I slid from the bed and stood to my feet. I cringed as the groggy feeling washed over me. For a moment, I wished that everything I had heard last night had just been a nightmare that never happened.

“Rosalie-”

I jumped at Ethan’s voice from the living room.

I quickly made my way back to the bed, buried most of my face in the pillow, and pretended to be sleeping.

The bedroom door opened, and I heard his footsteps approaching. Thank goodness the room was dark enough that he wouldn’t be able to see my puffy face.

Then I felt him gently pull up the blanket to cover me better.

If it had been yesterday, his gesture would make me secretly happy for an entire day. However, all I could feel right now was fear.

I felt his hand brushed a piece of hair behind my ear, causing my body to flinch.

His voice was concerned, but his caring tone

faked a low groan, and murmured, “May I sleep more…

be, I made up an excuse. “Had some bad dreams. I’m

for a moment, but he quickly accepted what I told him. “Okay, then take

voice started to shake

was he being so gentle

carrying his heir – like he said, it was just for the

that maybe a small part

to sleep,” he ordered, his

to kill me, he wouldn’t act

that I hadn’t woken up to eavesdrop the previous night- and how I wished, again, that what

I was lost in my thoughts, Ethan had

searching for answers in

to order my death? Maybe I had misread it all, had misunderstood what

It couldn’t be possible

doctor and

open. I’d made

to find out

***

time in bed and tried not to see anyone. I gave myself that

visited since that morning. I was thankful for that, because I

called out as I layed

refusing to talk much at all. At first, they thought I was not feeling well, and attributed my change in attitude to the pregnancy. But Vicky knew me too well