The Greek's Pregnant Bride

Chapter 41

She hadn’t been able to shake the feeling that he was hiding something from her, though.

Per favore, not another woman.

Do. Not. Trust.

How she could she trust him? She didn’t know how.

She did know that she wanted to. She wanted to believe he would treat her with respect, that maybe one day...

A rap on her door jolted her out of the trance she’d worked herself into.

It was probably a member of staff, come to escort her to the chapel. The sweet girl who brought her breakfast every morning had been shocked when Alessandra had told her she would be walking to the chapel alone.

Always alone.

How she wished she’d swallowed her pride and called her brother and begged him to come. Deep inside, a part of her had believed he would come, that he wouldn’t leave her to do this alone. That he’d forgive her.

This was his flesh and blood growing in her belly, the very reason she and Christian were prepared to take this ultimate step.

Alone or not, she should have left already.

Her stomach clenched.

gazed at the

to do this. She could step out onto her balcony, unfold the emergency stairs and escape. Everyone was at the chapel. The staff was busy organising all the celebrations. It could be ages before anyone realised she

pictured Christian’s face when he

about humiliation and would never intentionally inflict it on someone else, least of

the future,

someone stood on the other side waiting for

it, pulling a smile onto her face that

a morning suit, stood

moment she

burst

* * *

side, his two best men—or, as they were called here in their shared role, his koumbaros—eyes fixed on

Where was she?

an hour? If Stefan hadn’t taken his phone from him after Christian had texted her to say he was at the chapel, he would

him momentarily to lose track of his

third row sat Mikolaj, an enormous beam on his face. Beside him

have invited

His stomach curled.

that for

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