Chapter 89
“Congratulations, Mrs. Wyndham. You are four weeks pregnant p>
The words hit Isla like a sudden jolt of electricity. For a moment, she could only stare at the doctor in disbelief, her lips parting slightly as she tried to process what she’d just heard.
Pregnant? There was a tiny life inside her–a heartbeat she hadn’t even heard yet, but already loved deeply.
She had dreamt of this day so many times. She had dreamt of building a family with Gabriel, to see the laughter of their children, echoing through their home. And to be one happy family. And now, that dream was no longer just a fantasy. It was real.
Finally, things were beginning to take shape again. Gabriel had been more at peace lately. He no longer saw Delphine—at least, not since the scandal. Both Delphine and Anna had gone quiet, hiding away after the viral video that turned the internet against the family. For once, peace had returned to Isla’s heart.
She hummed softly as she moved about the kitchen, slicing vegetables, stirring shrimp in a pan, and letting the fragrance of her pasta sauce fill the air. Her heart was filled with joy. Tonight, she would give Gabriel two gifts- one of the heart and one of hope.
The first: her pregnancy.
The second: the good news about her jewelry company.
She had been keeping that part of her life a secret from him. And tonight, she was ready to share the good news with him.
The vivid pink diamond she’d ordered months ago had finally arrived. That rare stone would not only transform her designs but could change her entire company’s future. Everything felt like it was finally coming together.
She wore a flowing silk white dress, it looked simple, soft, and pure. It felt symbolic somehow. More like a new beginning.
The dining table was set beautifully. She’d placed candles in crystal holders, their flames flickering and painting golden patterns across the room. The lights were off, leaving only the warm, romantic glow of candlelight dancing against the walls.
Normally, she and Gabriel are used to eating together in the kitchen. But tonight was special. Tonight, they will dine in the main dining room and she will make it special.
She placed a cream–colored envelope on the table, sealed with her lipstick kiss. Inside it was her pregnancy test results. She smiled at it, running her finger over the edges before sitting down. Everything was ready.
When she heard the sound of the door unlocking, her heart skipped. She stood up quickly and went to welcome him, unable to hide the joy bubbling inside her.
Gabriel stepped in, his tall frame filling the doorway. But the moment Isla’s eyes met his, her smile faltered slightly. Something was off.
Isla could sense it. Still, she hurried toward him, throwing her arms around his neck before he could say a word. His hands caught her automatically, but there was no warmth in his touch. No familiar pull. Just stillness.
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Isla froze for a second before slowly pulling back. She looked up at his face. His tie was loosened, his jacket dangling from one hand, and his eyes—those beautiful green eyes–looked… tired and distant.
She brushed it off with a soft laugh, refusing to let the moment fall apart. “Welcome home, dear. You look exhausted.” She pouted playfully, something she rarely did, hoping to draw out even a small smile from him.
He said nothing. His silence was heavy.
Trying to ignore it, she took his hand gently and led him toward the dining room. He didn’t resist. He followed quietly, his expression unreadable.
When Gabriel stepped inside and saw the candlelit table, he paused. Confusion crossed his face. “What’s all this p>
Isla smiled, her heart racing with anticipation. “Tonight, we’re celebrating a new beginning,” she said softly.
Gabriel’s eyes flickered, but he said nothing. He only removed his jacket and draped it over a chair before sitting down.
Isla moved gracefully around the table, serving him the pasta and shrimp she’d made, adding a spoonful of vegetables on the side. Then she poured him a glass of fine red wine, filling her own glass after.
As they began to eat, she kept sneaking glances at him, trying to read his mood. But his face remained blank. His eyes looked tired and distant.
Gabriel, on the other hand, was struggling to swallow his food. Not because it wasn’t good, no–it was delicious, as always–but because of the words stuck in his throat. He knew that their next conversation might shatter everything they’ve been building together.
Finally, he set his cutlery down. The soft click of metal against porcelain echoed louder than it should have.
When he lifted his gaze, the warmth in his green eyes was gone. Something darker had replaced it.
“Islav,” he began.
For a moment, Isla didn’t even realize he had said the wrong name. She looked up, smiling softly. Then her expression froze.
Her heart skipped. Did he just p>
Her smile trembled as she blinked rapidly, pretending she hadn’t heard it. “What did you say p>
Gabriel’s voice was low and rough. “Are you pregnant p>
The question hit her like a slap. The color drained from her face.
How did he know?
No one else knew. She hadn’t even told Sofie. She’d gone to a private clinic, not Wyndham Hospital. So how was it possible that he had that information?
Isla stared at him, her lips parting but no words coming out. The golden candlelight flickered across her stunned
face, her breath shallow and her eyes beginning to sting.
Florence
Florence is a passionate reader who finds joy in long drives on rainy days. She’s also a fan of Italian makeup tutorials, blending beauty and elegance into her everyday life.