CHAPTER 43
EVA'S POV
Seeing Massimo so down and restless broke my heart in ways I didn't know were possible.
The shipment that had been seized by the enemy was affecting everyone. But Massimo… he looked the worst of them all.
He hadn't laughed.
He hadn't smiled.
Not even one of his usual jokes.
When he walked into the office that morning, he barely acknowledged anyone. He simply sat down and stared ahead, silent.
And I hated it.
Because the truth was… they were going through all this because of one thing.
One mole planted to destroy them from the inside.
Me.
That night, after Massimo caught me in the office, I had been snooping around for anything I could send to Daemon.
And I found it.
Everything connected to the shipment.
The route.
The diversion.
Every single detail.
I copied it all and sent it to him.
Now the people I had grown close to were suffering because of it.
Because of me.
I tried to start a conversation with Massimo, hoping to lighten his mood.
But he only looked at me with tired eyes.
That look alone shattered something inside me.
I hadn't expected it to hurt this much.
I could end all of this with just a few words.
A simple confession.
But then I thought about my family.
Daemon would slaughter them without hesitation if I betrayed him.
The thought of confessing faded as quickly as it came.
So I buried the guilt deep inside my chest…
And remained silent.
BRENDA'S POV
I didn't feel like driving, so I took an Uber to Christian's house. It was around six-thirty in the morning—very early. I wanted us to have this conversation at his house, not anywhere else.
I pulled my cardigan tighter around my body, protecting myself and the little one from the morning chill.
I rang the bell.
A few moments later, Christian opened the door. He stood in the doorway, staring straight into my eyes.
"Are you going to let me in, or are you planning to let me freeze to death out here?" I said after a minute.
It wasn't even that cold. I was exaggerating.
Christian silently stepped aside, allowing me in.
I walked inside and sat down.
"This house hasn't changed much," I said, looking around. "Still the way I remember it."
"Yes," he replied shortly. "Still the same."
An uncomfortable silence settled between us.
There was so much awkwardness in the air it felt suffocating.
"Is little Elijah still asleep?" I asked.
"Of course he is," Christian replied flatly. "What child wakes up this early on a Saturday morning?"
He gave me a sour smile.
One I understood perfectly.
Tell me why you're here already.
I also noticed something strange. His eyes kept darting toward the windows… and the door.
Like he was expecting something.
Or someone.
"Okay," I said finally. "Let's get this over with. I know I'm the last person you expected to see, but I have something important to tell you."
Christian straightened slightly on the couch, now listening attentively.
"Remember the last time we slept together?" I began slowly. "When I begged you to—"
I didn't even finish the sentence before he cut me off.
"And my answer is still the same, Brenda," he said coldly. "It was just fun. Look, if you came here to beg me for—"
"I'm pregnant."
The words slipped out before I could stop them.
Christian froze.
I had interrupted whatever cruel thing he was about to say.
The fact that he thought I had come there to beg for his love hurt more than I expected. My eyes filled with tears before I could stop them.
He remained completely still.
Like someone had turned him into stone.
I couldn't read his expression.
Was he angry?
Happy?
Disappointed?
"I'm pregnant with your child," I said again, my voice trembling. "Say something."
Fear gripped every cell in my body.
Christian finally spoke.
"Are you sure you're pregnant?" he asked slowly.
My heart tightened.
"And if you are… how sure are you that it's mine?"
The question stunned me.
I froze where I stood.
"Because the last time I checked," he continued coldly, "you were tucked comfortably in your bed while Kai was cooking something for you. At your house."
The accusation hit me like a slap.
Before I even realized it, my hand flew across his face.
SMACK.
The sound echoed in the room.
"How dare you?" I snapped, my voice shaking with fury. "How dare you accuse me of something so disgusting? Me and Kai? When?"
Christian scoffed.
"Drop the act. For all I know, you're just pinning the pregnancy on me when the baby isn't even mine."
Something inside me shattered.
"I regret ever letting you into my life," I said bitterly. "I curse the day I opened my heart to someone as vile as you!"
My voice trembled with anger and pain.
"If I walk out that door right now," I continued, grabbing my bag, "it will be the last time you ever see me… or your unborn child."
And I meant every single word.
I turned and walked toward the door.
As I stepped outside, I looked back one last time.
Christian stood in the middle of the room, his arms folded across his chest, his eyes fixed on the floor.
So…
This was really how it ended.