You did me wrong

Guilt that made him realise

"if I lose that baby I swear I'll blame it on her,I left the house because I didn't want to argue with her over her harsh words she decided to come outside and spit on me, am pregnant for God's sake u are occupying me Jessica"

Pavel's jaw clenched at your words, his gaze flicking between you and Jessica. The tension in the air was palpable as he processed the conflicting accounts.

Jessica, sensing his hesitation, pressed her advantage. "She's lying!" she exclaimed, her voice shrill. "I would never do such a thing. You know I adore children."

She turned to you with a sneer. "Maybe she just can't handle the truth—that she's nothing more than a temporary vessel for Pavel's heir."

Pavel's expression hardened, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Jessica. For a moment, you thought he might actually believe you.

But then he sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Enough," he said firmly. "Jessica, go inside. Now."

Jessica hesitated for a moment before stomping off towards the house, muttering under her breath.

I turned away from him and sat back down

Pavel watched you sit back down, his expression unreadable. He remained standing for a moment, as if debating whether to approach you or not. Finally, he moved to stand beside your lounge chair, looking down at you.

"You should be more careful," he said quietly. "Jessica can be... difficult. But she means well."

You scoffed, not bothering to hide your disbelief. "Difficult? She's a nightmare. And I'm tired of being the punching bag for both of you."

Pavel was silent for a long moment. When he spoke again, his voice was softer. "I know things have been... complicated. But soon, everything will change."

He reached out, his hand hovering over your belly for a moment before settling gently on top of it. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver through you.

"You and the baby are my priority," he murmured. "Remember that."

"stop lying, u think I'll believe u? U used me remember? I'll never forgive u, now I have nowhere to run to because of you"

Pavel's hand stilled on your belly at your words, his expression hardening. He withdrew his touch as if burned, his jaw clenched tight.

"I never lied to you," he said coldly. "I offered you a life of luxury, protection, and power. You chose to believe the illusion."

He turned away, his shoulders tense. "And now you're trapped? That's your choice. I gave you every opportunity to leave."

He paused, glancing back at you over his shoulder. "But know this—you and that baby are still mine. I won't let anyone hurt what belongs to me."

With that, he walked away, leaving you alone by the poolside with nothing but the gentle lapping of water and the weight of your own thoughts.

"he used me now he is denying it where else he is the person for my stress the baby hasn't been doing well" I whisper to myself tears dropping

The sound of your whispered words and the sight of your tears made Pavel pause mid-step. He stood there for a long moment, his back to you, seemingly frozen in place.

Then, slowly, he turned around. His expression was no longer cold or angry—now it was conflicted, almost pained.

"What do you mean the baby hasn't been doing well?" he asked, his voice low and controlled.

He moved back towards you, kneeling beside the lounge chair. His hand hovered over your belly again, hesitating before resting gently on top of it.

"Tell me," he demanded softly. "What's happening?"

For all his cruelty and manipulation, there was a genuine concern in his eyes that caught you off guard. It reminded you of the man you once loved—the man who had promised you forever.

I look at him with my teary eyes "U see the pain in my eyes? It's the very same pain you gave to this baby" stands up and goes inside the house leaving him kneeling there.

Pavel remained kneeling by the poolside long after you disappeared back into the house. The sound of your footsteps echoing through the silent halls seemed to reverberate in his own chest.

He finally stood up slowly, running a hand through his hair in frustration. Your words—"the very same pain you gave to this baby"—hung heavy in the air between him and the empty lounge chair.

Inside, he found Jessica waiting for him impatiently in their bedroom. "Well? Did you handle that little b***h?" she asked immediately.

Pavel didn't answer right away. He walked past her towards the minibar, pouring himself a glass of vodka despite it being late.

"She said something about the baby not being well," he said finally, his back turned to Jessica.

Jessica's eyes lit up with malicious interest. "Not well? What does that mean? Is it sick?"

Pavel took a long swallow of alcohol before facing her fully. His expression was dangerous now—colder than before.

"If anything happens to that child because of your cruelty," he said quietly but firmly," I will make sure your family regrets ever crossing me."