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t was, What is

a hint of a bump, but unmistakably, profoundly pregnant, her hands resting propri

tainty that chilled me to the bone, that Marco had severe infertility issues.

g triumph. "Surprise," she said, her voice a silken

room, her face alight with a joy I had ne

riceless emerald bracelet from her own wrist onto Sienna's. It was the Vitiello family h

nna," she cooed, str

his gaze darted from his mother, to Sienna, and fi

his barren hen?" she spat, her voice echoing in the small room. "She has giv

s. Was this his plan all along? To t

stammered, rushing to my side. "I was drunk. I... I t

from my lungs. My trump card, the tiny life growing inside me, was suddenly worthless. He

my palm flat against his ch

low and steady-a blade in the suffocating silen

. I walked through the throngs of laughing guests, a ghost at my own party, out

the metallic tang of blood. It was the only way to keep from screaming. The memori

silent, empty restaurants, my first question

eye. "Who is the real f