His Ruthless Redemption (Isabella and Dominic) novel Chapter 145

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“You cried,” she corrected softly

I huffed a quiet laugh. “I was nine”

“You were dramatic”

That was more words than she’d spoken in days. I leaned back slightly, feeling more relaxed than I’d felt in dayı.

“You used to chase me with that wooden spoon your mother kept in the kitchen

“You deserved it,” she said, and this time the corner of her mouth lifted properly.

Her mother, seated on the other side of the bed, let out a quiet, relieved breath. Encouraged, I continued

“You remember Milan? Our first big contract presentation?

She nodded slowly. “You spilled wine on the investor,” she said faintly.

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Chapter 145

She went everywhere together, she whispered. Rome. Paris. Zurich.”

Her father stepped closer now. “You both worked very hard,” he added warinly. “Those were good years.”

Alessia nodded slowly. “It felt full,” she said.

And for the first time since the overdose, she wasn’t whispering about emptiness. She was refnembering fullness.

Her mother wiped her eyes discreetly. And I felt relief spread slowly through my chest as Alessia smiled after what felt like

ages

This was working. This was helping.

Then her hand drifted to her stomach, and the air shifted again.

“Our baby won’t hear any of that,” she said quietly.

Silence.

Her fingers pressed lightly against the hospital gown.

“He won’t climb trees,” she whispered. “Won’t attend meetings. Won’t listen to us fight about who spilled wine.”

Her voice began thinning again. I saw it happening. The retreat. The spiral.

Before I could respond, her mother stepped forward. “We can have another baby,” she said gently but firmly.

Everything stopped. I turned sharply to look at her. Even Alessia’s father stiffened.

Alessia blinked. “Another?” she breathed.

“Yes,” her mother continued, voice trembling but hopeful. “You’re young. There can be more joy. More life.” Alessia’s eyes snapped to mine. And when they did, they were full of hope. Pure, desperate hope.

“We could,” she whispered. “We could try again.”

My stomach dropped. No. This was not happening.

I opened my mouth to correct it. To clarify. To explain.

But then I saw it.

The color returning to her cheeks. The light flickering back into her eyes. For the first time since the miscarriage, she looked alive. She looked hopeful.

And if I took that away right now, if I said no, would she retreat again? Would we end up back on that balcony

“We can think about it,” I heard myself say.

The words tasted wrong, sounded wrong.

“But first you need to recover. Physically. Mentally.”

She barely heard the condition, her entire face lighting up.

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It was the most animated she had been in weeks.

And everyone in that room looked grateful

Everyone except me.

Later, when I stepped out into the corridor, Alessia’s mother followed

“Dominic, she called softly.

1 turned sharply. “Why would you say that?” I demanded under my breath “Why would you promise something

Tears welled in her eyes immediately. “You saw her, she whispered. “You saw how she changed”

“That doesn’t make it right”

“She was disappearing,” she said, voice breaking. “I was watching my daughter fade in front of me.”

“And now?” I asked.

“Now she has hope.”

Hope built on what? A future I had no right to promise?

“She needs something to hold on to her mother said. “Please”

The word wasn’t manipulative. It was desperate.

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