ANASTASIA FERRARI
“You are 12 weeks pregnant, congratulations,” Abidin said, running his eyes between Maurizio and me. He can really tell how things are intense between us right now plus, he has been treating my wounds, so he obviously knows by now that Maurizio and I are in a conflict.
Maurizio is the one who called him an hour ago when I felt dizzy and fainted in his arms. Even after all the whipping, he gave me, he was still the man that I felt so safe with when he embraced me in his strong, big arms.
“Did you just say pregnant?” My husband asks, getting up on his feet.
“That is correct, boss. Ana, I would ask you to follow me to the hospital for an ultrasound and see if everything is well,”
I sat up on the bed, avoiding their eyes. I have been skipping days not taking my preven
