Alexander rushed to Colleen's side, helping her up before turning to me, fury in his eyes. "If anything happens to her, Veronica, you'll regret it!"
Pain surged through me, cold sweat beading on my skin as I watched him care for her. I couldn’t tell if the ache came from the physical strain or the emptiness inside me. In that moment, I realized it was probably for the best that the baby was gone—because a man who couldn’t love his wife would never love his child.
When I returned to the villa, I logged onto Facebook, desperate to vent to my friends. But before I could, Colleen's latest post caught my eye—a photo of a man's back.
I recognized it instantly.
It was Alexander.
Her caption read: "Having a man who loves me makes me feel so safe."
The comments were all from his friends:
Sebastian Go: "That doesn’t look like your husband’s back, ha!"
Nash Dan: "Nice one! You've won back your goddess!"
Lester Morris: "So this is the sperm donor. Congrats!"
Alexander tried to rein in his friends with a thinly veiled reprimand:
Alexander: "Come on, boys, I’m just helping out. You trying to drive my wife away?"
His buddies liked the comment and fell silent—except for Sebastian.