Broken Vows and Buried Twins novel Chapter 135

The therapist recoiled, horrified. "Oh my god. I am so, so sorry."

"It's fine," Hester said, closing her eyes again. Her voice was utterly devoid of emotion. "It's in the past."

Standing tall in the corner of the room, Julian stared at her, his dark eyes reflecting her pale face.

She looked so perfectly serene. There was none of the agonizing grief or crushing despair she used to show whenever the twins were mentioned.

For five long years, this was exactly what Julian had wanted.

But now that she had finally achieved that perfect detachment, a suffocating weight settled over his chest.

Yes, Hester was no longer breaking down. Her emotions were impeccably stable. Yet, this version of her felt entirely alien.

She was slipping through his fingers, and he couldn't read her anymore.

Their marriage had started as a business arrangement, but Julian—and everyone else in their circle—knew the truth. The Carrington family had originally chosen Howard, his father's favored son, as her fiancé. But Hester had defied her entire family to choose Julian instead.

Everyone knew Hester was madly in love with him, and Julian had known it too. In return, he had given her the utmost respect as Mrs. Weston. They had a peaceful, harmonious marriage. Even after the kidnapping—an ordeal directly tied to him—that cost her their children, she had never uttered a single word of blame against him...

But now? The adoration that used to shine in her eyes when she looked at him was completely gone. Replaced by resentment, hatred, and finally, this terrifying, arctic indifference.

She really didn't love him anymore, did she?

Julian's heart gave a violent, painful lurch. He swallowed hard, his breathing growing ragged.

Staring at his wife, a deep, uncontrollable panic began to bleed into his soul.

...

After the examination, the therapist recommended specialized prenatal yoga under professional guidance.

Dr. Wallace also gave her assessment.

The fetus was developing perfectly, but Hester herself was frail, underweight, and had low blood pressure.

She prescribed iron and calcium supplements and recommended a strict diet to get her weight back on track.

Hester listened intently, memorizing every detail.

She cherished this baby, and she would do whatever it took to keep it safe.

Once the medical staff left, the resting room was swallowed by an oppressive silence.

Hester had no desire to speak to him. She closed her eyes. "I need to sleep. Go watch Caden."

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