Alpha's Runaway Bride

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ound this central question: how was she going to tell Alex? She knew he was a man of few words, used to controlling everything, including his emotions. But this news, as precious as it was unexpected, would upset this perfect ma

ness and truth. Maybe after work, when they would be alone, in the privacy of their own space. She hoped that this news could bring a new sweetness between the

d. She observed him carefully, noting details that only she could capture. His distracted glances, his way of avoiding meeting his eye

ll herself that he was simply preoccupied with a project or an important decision. But every day this impressio

of curiosity and contempt. She shouldn't have listened, but Alex's name, spoken quietly, piqued her curiosity. "...and to think he reconnected with Sarah... You remember her, r

sions. Alex's first wife, or rather, his first love. A woman who had left an indelible mark on the life of this inscrutable man, which she herself sometimes struggled to understand. She f

rest of the day in a daze, fighting back the tears that came to her eyes every time she thought of this news. Was Alex reconnecting with his p

n't want him to see the pain and doubt that was eating away at her. She made up an excuse and went out early, fleeing t

e. She placed her hand on her stomach, seeking comfort in this life she carried within her. No matter what Alex decided, this child w

wever, Alex seemed to sense something strange. One morning, as she placed documents on his desk,

ng at him the jealousy and pain she was holding. But she held back, forcing herself t

elf unnecessarily. » These words, although kind, left him with a bitter taste. She

nventing pretexts to cut short their exchanges, taking refuge behind the appearance of professional

stomach with infinite tenderness. She whispered softly, like a secret promise to the child she was carrying. "No ma

evening, as the city fell asleep around her, she was content to take refuge in this comforting thought. She