After finishing breakfast, Axel was led by his caretaker to return to his room and get ready for school. Meanwhile, Ariana and Gerald went back to their room on the second floor. What was unusual was that Ariana seemed unenthusiastic. When they arrived in their room, she didn't move towards the bathroom or prepare as she usually did. Instead, she chose to sit on the couch. "Aren't you going to the restaurant?" Gerald asked, unable to contain his curiosity any longer. Gerald sat down next to Ariana. "Are you okay? Are you sick?" he asked again, touching Ariana's forehead gently. Ariana shook her head softly. Gerald knew that Ariana's demeanor had nothing to do with what Shelma had said earlier. Clearly, something else was occupying her thoughts. "When will Axel's matters be settled?" the question came out of Ariana's mouth suddenly. Gerald looked at her with furrowed brows. "I'm just reminding you, Gerald. Wasn't the reason for this marriage to gain full custody of Axel? So when wil

Gerald's shoulders tensed immediately. "What do you mean?" he said harshly. Shelma tilted her head again. "Just say it, she's pregnant right now. And she's hiding it from you. Then link all of this with Chris's arrival. And her spending nights with him when you should have been enjoying your honeymoon as newlyweds. Could it be that the baby she's carrying right now belongs to Chris?" she asked rhetorically. "It's possible, isn't it? Or maybe it's someone else's baby other than both of yours?" Gerald clenched his fists and looked at Shelma with an anger he could no longer contain. "Don't insult my wife, Shelma. She's a good woman. She's not the kind of woman who would sleep with random men like you." Karenina widened her eyes. While Shelma feigned a shocked expression. Even her manicured hands rose, touching her chest. "How could you be so rough, Gerald?" she asked sadly. "How can you be sure she's a good woman when even the number of times you've met her can be counted on one hand?

"Yes! You lied to me, Ariana. I trusted you!" the man snapped harshly. Ariana continued to stare at him in silence, her eyes starting to well up. Not because she was scared, but more because she was holding back her anger. "What do you mean I lied?" she asked, not understanding. "Everything," Gerald replied harshly. "Everything!" he repeated, his voice rising. "You said you didn't go anywhere, but all day long, since I dropped you off at the restaurant, you were never there. You didn't even step inside. Where did you go? Did you meet another man out there?" he accused roughly. "And some time ago, you went to the mother and child hospital. Why didn't you tell me you went there? What were you doing there? Were you checking your pregnancy and planning to abort it without my knowledge?" he continued with accusations that sounded unreasonable to Ariana. Instead of answering his questions, Ariana burst into laughter. "What is this? Are you writing a screenplay?" she asked mockingly. "I'

Ariana, "Ariana, I'm serious!" Ariana chuckled. "I can only rely on his feelings, Amber. All I've asked from him is trust. If he doesn't trust me anymore..." "Ariana, for God's sake!" Amber looked at her cousin in frustration. "Trust is built, not something you can just ask or give. Do you think trust is like candy?" Amber retorted angrily. "Besides, your marriage is still in its infancy. Even couples who have been dating for a long time still often doubt each other. They don't trust each other completely. And after they get married, they're still surprised to find out that 'he' is not what 'he' showed all this time. They're not as beautiful, handsome, romantic, and not even as put-together as they appeared to be. They're still surprised by the habits... you know what I mean," Amber replied, irritated. "And compare all of that to your relationship!" she ordered. "You never knew who Gerald Zeroun was before. Just like he didn't know who you were. Your relationship, I mean, your mar

Ariana sat on the bed, holding her head in her hands. The throbbing in her head had been there for the past few days, even before she found out about her pregnancy. Initially, she thought it was just a regular headache. But eventually, she understood the reason behind it, as it always came at the same time every day. More than that, the pain in her head was always accompanied by nausea, causing her to vomit whatever food she put into her mouth. Just like what had happened a moment ago, even though she had just had breakfast. Not really breakfast, but more like a late morning meal since it was already past ten-fifteen. Despite the bitter taste in her mouth, she forced herself to swallow something for the sake of the baby growing inside her. Ariana went back to the kitchen, searching for fruits she could eat. She needed to replace what she had just thrown up with fresh food. She smiled when she saw a dragon fruit placed on a bowl on the kitchen table. Hopefully, its sweetness could re