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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 caring

faked a low groan, and murmured,

a bit surprised. To make him let it be, I made up an excuse. “Had some bad dreams. I’m so

he

voice started to shake

was he being so

– like he said,

night, I could no longer lie to myself that maybe a small

back to sleep,” he ordered, his voice low and gentle, like a

kill me, he wouldn’t act this way towards

the

I was lost in my thoughts, Ethan had

the room, searching for answers in the elegant

really mean to order my death? Maybe I had misread it all,

know about this, too? It couldn’t be possible that they faked their friendship with me. could

My doctor and

eyes shot open. I’d made

to find out the

***

not to see anyone. I gave myself that time to clear my mind. Luckily, I didn’t have

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

Vicky’s voice called out

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