Nicholas POV.
The news of our marriage spread like wild fire in the city, and it made me worried about Reyna.
She was the one who got fingers pointed at her the most, but I did my best to curb the situation.
However, as absurd as it sounded, I found myself struggling between the lines of protection and attraction.
On the one hand, I didn't believe she was the murderer but I couldn't trust her either–hence the reason to protect her so I could find out the truth.
On the other hand, her softness drew me in like a spell–causing me to be affectionate even when I didn't want to.
But in as much as I expressed more protection than I should, I reminded myself that she was my brother's wife.
My duty was to protect the child in her womb–nothing more, nothing less.
I returned my gaze to my laptop, realizing I had zoned out while at work again.
"Damnit," I grumbled as I resumed typing for my presentation.
This was the third zone out since I started this project. I kept thinking about ways to make Reyna feel safe, even when there was no need to worry.
This wasn't good.
It was getting more risky for me by the day.
As my fingers moved swiftly over the keyboard, I heard a knock on the door.
"Come in," I said,my gaze remaining on the laptop.
"Sir, you got a package." I heard my personal assistant say.
My brows twitched, I wasn't expecting any package from anyone.
"Who's it from?" I inquired, leaning back on my executive chair.
Jake lifted the brown package closer to his eye, "There's no name on it sir. I think the gifter is anonymous."
"Hmm, let me see it." I stretched my hand over my table, collecting the package from him.
Jake exited the office immediately after delivering the package.
I tore the small box open, and the first thing I found was a note.
It read;
"You shouldn't have saved her. She's a worthless woman who's pinning her child on your dead brother."
My brows furrowed, what the hell was this?
I dropped the note on the table, my fingers running through the inside of the box.
My breath caught at my throat as my eyes landed on pictures of Reyna in bed with another man.
As much as I hated to accept it, I couldn't argue with the photos in my hand.
So Reyna was truly a gold digger who wanted to take advantage of the family's wealth?
I hated that I had to accept that she was never good enough for the family.
The pictures in my hands, raised so many questions about her, especially about the child in her womb.
If this was real, it meant she was carrying someone else's child.
I needed answers to the questions running through my mind, answers that only Reyna could provide.
Fueled by the rage flowing through my veins, I rose up, charging for the door.
All through the drive, I couldn't stop thinking about how I had protected her, how I cared for her while thinking she had been wronged and needed to prove her innocence.
The thought of going against my mother for Reyna now made my blood boil.
I arrived home ten minutes earlier than the usual twenty minutes, due to the speed I used to drive.
I dashed up the stairs, headed for my bedroom.
My lips curled downwards as I stared at Reyna who was drying her hair in front of the mirror. Her big blue eyes glistened with peace but all I saw was a disgusting woman!
"Whose child are you carrying?" I asked immediately, unable to contain my curiosity any longer.
She spun around with a puzzled look, "I'm sorry what?"
Irritated by her reaction, I threw the pictures at her.
"Look at those! Answer me, whose child is this?!" I thundered.
I watched her expression go from confused to shocked. She found it difficult to raise her head and that act alone, made me feel so betrayed.
As much as I wanted to think of this as a lie, her actions gave me more reasons to believe. She stared at the pictures with dropped jaws, like she hadn't expected it to get to me.
"You were cheating on Jeremy while he was alive?" I asked, not wanting to believe she'd do something like that.
Believing she didn't kill Jeremy was now strange as it all started making sense. She was probably having an affair with Jeremy and when he found out, she murdered him–hence her arrest.
But I was so deluded with the idea that she was madly in love with my brother. Pathetic.
"No, I didn't cheat." Her voice came, soft and trembling.
"Then tell me whose child this is!" I demanded, slamming the flower vase by the door on the ground.
The next words that came out of her mouth, shook me to my spine.