“You’re keeping her there without her knowing,” Isabella said softly, her voice trembling. “You’re manipulating her too.”
Enrico looked away, his gaze hard and unyielding. “It’s not about manipulation. It’s about making sure this child is really mine before I make any decisions.”
The air in the car felt thick, the tension between them almost unbearable. Isabella’s mind was a storm of emotions, anger, hurt, betrayal, but beneath it all, there was something else. A sliver of hope, buried deep within her heart, that the child wasn’t his. That Carmen’s pregnancy wouldn’t tie Enrico to this woman forever.
“Do you even want the child to be yours?” she asked suddenly, her voice low, almost hesitant. She hadn’t meant to ask the question, but it slipped out before she could stop it.
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