Carmela’s words hung in the air between them, soft and filled with the weight of her emotions. As she looked into Anthony’s eyes, she felt a deep sense of certainty settle within her. It wasn’t just the life they had built together or the way he loved Clarissa as if she were his own—it was the way Anthony had accepted her completely, flaws and all. He had become the pillar of strength in her life, a constant reminder that love could be gentle, kind, and unwavering. She knew in her heart that no one else could have filled that role. He was, without a doubt, the only man who could have been the father of her child.
Anthony’s gaze softened, his fingers lightly tracing her cheek in a tender caress. His touch was familiar, comforting, and yet it still sent a shiver down her spine, as if each
