THE ITALIAN'S FUGITIVE WIFE AND SECRET BABY

O'S POIN

the house. Guilt gnawed at my chest at the possibility that I might have

n't get to feel my son kick in the belly or listen to his heartbeat. I didn't even know the gender of the child my loin sired

taff while making my way to my study. I had a few phone

ith the phone calls than a

it?" I c

ad of the housekeepers

replied, reclini

will be staying in," the older woma

d then replied, "To the roo

sed because when I was on good terms with Cristina, our rooms were no

ard me,

ked out of the office, still hav

ext step to take, and it irked me. I was never that indecisive man. In every situation

at led to the wing my bedroom was in. I instinctively stopped at the door that w

er the cot, peering at his little, adorable form. I still can't believe that his mother

h. I scanned the interior of the room with my eyes. Even without seeing my s

re. There were beautiful and colorful baby wallpapers on the wall. All th

behind me, and I swung to look at its own

he said with pride as

e you do

be in your room. I was walking to your room when I saw the

for me?" I asked, bor

tight because of her" she said, atte

ou here, M

to tell her?" She

t think I know what yo

bout. You know, in due time, she will find out..." I stoppe

You? You had better not dared!"

's voice sounded at the doorway,

saw," Marianne s

r?" Cristina asked, as sh

!" I snapped, my

nursery? Where is your shame,

!" I warned, my voice t

ing you know about Jnr's pregnancy and his birth, but you have been doing w

of self-control as I gripped her a

er, you follow it. If I say jump, your reply

n't!" She

ption," and without another word,

walls inside. She was fucking driving me crazy with her stubbornness and di

hed in frustration, raking my hands through my luxuriant mass of hair. I messed up

ain," I said, but she had already turned away f

in, I walked ou