Crossroads

Chapter 203

“Why does it have to be your These words from Dominick the other night lingered in her mind.

They were so soft, so faint, yet so melancholy.

She looked down at the blood–red pendant in her palm, her expression frozen, her thoughts heavy.

“Mrs, Wellington, Mr. Hayes is waiting for you downstairs,” Sandra gently reminded her, knocking twice on the bedroom door.

Stephanie snapped back to reality,

“Okay, she responded absentmindedly, tightly gripping the pendant. Taking a deep breath, she straightened her clothes and headed downstairs.

“Mrs. Wellington, your due date is next month. Please take care of yourself and your emotions.” Sandra was worried and accompanied her down the

stairs.

Ever since she returned from Molly’s place, Stephanie had become very withdrawn. The Wellingtons‘ servants didn’t know what had transpired, but they sensed her deep sadness.

“It’s due next month. Why couldn’t they wait another month to tell me?” She walked carefully, each step deliberate, speaking softly to herself, words only she could hear.

Breeze Villa living room on the first floor was empty, with only Vincent standing in the center. ““When did you meet Oscar?“” he asked directly, cutting to the chase,”

Stephanic approached him, clearly seeing the cold look on his face. When his eyes met hers, they were filled with suspicion and unfamiliarity.

“I told you before, I’ve known him for a long time,” she said, sitting on the sofa, not wanting to face his suspicion.

Though she and Vincent were considered good friends, the way he looked at her now made it seem as if she could never fit into their world.

“Is that pendant from Oscar…” Vincent’s face remained stern. He had so many questions for her, but as soon as he started to speak, he couldn’t continue,

pendant, there are two pieces, forming a perfect circle when put together.

her head and answered openly, “Oscar and

nerve!” Vincent’s expression

it before coming, but the boldness with which she admitted it,

the deal now?

is Dominick’s friend? If it weren’t for Oscar, if it weren’t

Dominick owed Oscar a life. He owed his friend a life.

her, “Dominick married you. You’re carrying his child. How is he supposed

face Oscar. His words

anger on her, but how

his chest, frustration bubbling over as he released her shoulders and shouted down at

the sofa, expressionless, listening

you? That same phrase

night, Dominick calmly returned the pendant to her. There was no anger, no smashing the pendant to pieces. He

hir.

stood tense before him, his silence stretching on. The only thought in her mind was how cold his

moment,

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Chapter 203

watched Dominick turn away, open the door, and walk

he vanished

as she watched his tall, solitary

palm, and it seemed to remain cold no matter how she tried

night, she hadn’t seen

hadn’t returned to Wellington Villa, and

Perhaps he

are you

dirt roads into muddy pits, and the nearby barren hills had been stripped of trees,

courtyard house. Moss covered the outer walls, and the roof tiles were sparse and leaky from years of exposure to wind