Adrian didn’t trust easily.
I had known that long before I married him.
But now, carrying his child, I realized something far more dangerous—
He didn’t just distrust the world.
He distrusted happiness.
The shift began subtly.
Not loud.
Not explosive.
Just quiet observation.
His eyes followed me more.
At breakfast.
On the staircase.
During board meetings when I sat beside him.
Not possessive.
Suspicious.
And I hated that it hurt.
Three days after the press announcement, the mansion felt like a fortress.
Security doubled. Staff monitored. Calls screened.
The pregnancy had turned into a headline war.
“Revenge Marriage Turns Real?”
“Is the Blackwood Heir Already a Pawn?”
I tried not to read them.
But Adrian did.
I caught him late at night in his study, scrolling through
