LOGINTristan’s POV“If you don’t let me go, I swear to God I’ll step in front of the next moving car”I stopped in my tracks. “You won’t do that.”Would she? Natasha turned toward the road. “Watch me.”My life flashed before my eyes. “Natash—”“I mean it, Tristan.”I froze. Every instinct screamed at me to go after her, but I couldn’t risk it. Not when she was this emotional. If I pushed too hard… she actually might do it. So I stood there, hands buried in my pockets, forcing myself not to move. It was killing me to watch her leave. But if letting her leave meant she stayed alive, then I’d let her hate me for today. She flagged down another taxi and climbed inside. The taxi drove off. I memorized the taxi’s plate number KX4-7P9—before it disappeared around the corner. I walked over to my car, got in, started the engine and tailed the cab. The moment I was on the road, I reached for my phone and dialed Daniel. “Tristan.”“Natasha’s car is by the road,” I said, gripping the wheel ti
Natasha’s POVThe last fifteen minutes in Doctor Nicole’s office had passed in a blur. I didn’t know how to feel. I was overwhelmed. But what was I expecting? Tristan and I spent our entire honeymoon together. This was bound to happen. I left Doctor Nicole's office in silence and headed straight for the laboratory. I handed the slip to the receptionist at the laboratory. Minutes later, I was called into a small booth. The woman glanced at the request form before looking at me. “Good morning. Can you please confirm your full name and date of birth?”“Natasha Castillo. December 8, 2001.”She nodded after checking the form. “Perfect. Have your seat.”She wrapped a rubber strap around my upper arm and cleaned the inside of my elbow. A vein became visible almost immediately. “This might hurt a little,” she said. “Okay.”She drew two tubes of blood before placing a cotton ball over the spot. “Hold this for a minute.”She reached for a bandage and secured it in place. “The result will g
Natasha’s POVTristan had been staring at me for what felt like forever. “What?” I frowned. He tilted his head, studying me while I dressed.“Is it just me…”“What, Tristan?”“…or are your breasts…” His brows knitted together. “… fuller?”I tutted, looking down at myself. “What are your eyes even doing there, Tristan?”He buttoned his cuffs. “They’re right there. Can you blame me? Besides, have you seen yourself lately? It’s hard not to stare at my wife.”I rolled my eyes. “You act like a shameless man.”He stepped closer to me. “It’s not an act, Mrs. Castillo.” His hands found my waist. “By the way, where are you going this morning?”I threw my arms around him. “The hospital.”His expression shifted. “Why? What’s wrong? Are you still throwing up?”“Not as much.” I shrugged. “Just… a general checkup.”“Do you want me to come with you?”“No.” I shook my head. “It’s fine, Tristan.” “You know I don’t mind, baby.”I frowned. “Baby? From you? That sounds odd.”He laughed softly. “Yeah, y
Tristan’s POVNatasha stirred awake as I was fastening my watch. “Where’d you think you’re going?” she asked, her voice still thick with sleep.I smiled at her. “Where’d you think I’m going?”She rubbed her eyes. “Come back to bed.”I reached for my jacket. “Weren’t you the same woman threatening to throw me out of the bedroom a few days ago?”She patted the empty side of the bed. “Come sit.”I shrugged the jacket on. “No.”“Please?”I walked over to her side and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Nice try, Mrs. Castillo.” She grabbed my wrist before I could pull away. “Tristan?”“Hmm?”“Just a few minutes.”I held her gaze. “The last time we spent a few minutes in bed, you almost took my life, and your legs wouldn’t stop shaking.”“You’re being dramatic.” She grumbled. “And that was a long time ago. See? Look how long it’s been.”I chuckled, gently untangling her fingers from my wrist. “I’ll make it up to you.”“You keep saying that,” she said. “When would that be?”I leaned down, l
Tristan’s POVAbuela was right. Natasha had no idea why I was upset. I heard her crying last night—the muffled sound coming through the walls while I stood on the balcony. I had every intention of going to her then, but I stayed outside until the crying stopped. I had planned to finally talk to her over breakfast. Instead, she was the one avoiding me. She left the house without saying where she was heading. If I had to guess, she went to Ananya's. Now the house was quiet again, and I was still carrying the weight of what I’d overheard at the gala.It was already getting late, and she still hadn’t come home. I glanced at the time on my phone. It was past seven p.m. She should have been back by now. I dialed her number. It rang repeatedly, but she didn’t answer. I tried a second time. Same result. Then I sent her a text. Where are you, Natasha?I sent another immediately. Just come home, please?I waited for just half a minute, then sent one more. Should I file a missing person
Natasha’s POVAnanya’s question hung in the air between us. I frowned. “What does me throwing up have to do with my period?”“I don’t know, Tasha,” she said. “You’ve been throwing up for quite a while. You look pale. The last time we met, you just snapped out of nowhere and got super emotional.”“And? It still doesn’t answer my question.”“You haven’t even answered my question.” She pushed away from the sink, her arms still crossed. “That’s the only way I can answer you.”I thought about it and realized I hadn’t even been paying attention at all. “I… can’t remember.”Ananya stared at me for a moment longer than necessary. “Okay,” she said, reaching for the door. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”I watched as she walked out of the restroom, leaving me alone to my thoughts. If I hadn’t seen my period…there was only one possibility I didn’t want to think about.Ananya returned a few minutes later with a small box in her hand. She closed the door behind her and handed it to me. “Here.
Natasha’s POV I shut the door behind me and leaned against it, exhaling slowly. My gaze drifted across the room. It should be comforting, but it only reminded me of how little control I actually had over my life. Marriage. To Tristan. A man I barely know. The word still didn’t sit right.
Tristan’s POV By the time I stepped into the house, the urgency from the call had already faded. My sister, Patricia, was waiting at the foyer. “She’s been asking for you,” she said. “Her blood pressure spiked earlier, and we tried to calm her down, but she just wouldn’t budge.” I didn’t resp
Natasha’s POV I glared at him. If looks could kill, this man would have been dead by now. “I don’t recall giving you permission to call me that.”His smile didn’t fade. If anything, it deepened, like he was enjoying every second of my irritation. “I don’t remember asking for permission, cariño.”
Natasha’s POV “Hell fucking no! You can’t be serious,” I said. “You really expect me to marry Tristan Castillo? The same Tristan who was rumored to have killed his own parents?” I laughed after I said that, because the whole thing sounded like a bad joke. My father didn’t react immediately. H







