Chapter 21The house was unusually quiet; a lot had piled up lately. Mrs. Cynthia stood by the window, gently drumming her fingers on the glass as worry clouded her face. It had been days. Days since she'd last heard from Matthew… from Aria. She'd proudly announced my marriage, and her son had decided to be stubborn. Behind her, Matthew leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, his expression unreadable. “Matthew,” she said, turning slowly, “I haven't heard from you or Aria. You're still together, aren't you? Is everything all right?”Matthew didn't hesitate. "Yes, Mom. It's fine. We've just been... busy."The lie came out naturally, but it hung heavy in the air. Mrs. Cynthia narrowed her eyes slightly. She wasn't convinced, but she said nothing more. She simply nodded. "Okay. Then tell him to come tomorrow. I want to see you both." Matthew stiffened for a second… but quickly covered it up. “I will go.” The next day… Aria stood reluctantly in the doorway, her heart pounding. The p

Capítulo 23La llamada llegó justo cuando Clinton se acomodaba en la tranquilidad de su oficina; el zumbido del aire acondicionado era el único sonido que lo acompañaba. Su teléfono vibró mientras ponía los ojos en blanco, observando su silenciosa oficina. Era Natasha. Frunció el ceño, confundido y culpable, y luego contestó. “Hola, cuánto tiempo”. “¿Has oído bien?”. “He estado muy ocupada”. “No te culpo, siempre me dejas para el final”. “Date prisa. Estoy ocupada”. Hizo una pausa para tomar aire y luego continuó: “Estoy embarazada”. Las palabras no fueron suaves. Lo golpearon con fuerza. “¿Qué acabas de decir?”. “Estoy embarazada, Clinton. Me has oído bien”. “¿Y de quién es?”. “Tuyo, por supuesto”. Soltó un suspiro entrecortado, negando con la cabeza aunque ella no podía verlo. “No. No, eso no es posible.”“Sí lo es” dijo ella con firmeza. “Debes haberte equivocado.” “No.” “Entonces mientes.”“Clinton, ¿por qué suenas nervioso? Esta es nuestra oportunidad de estar juntos.” “No