Chapter 47 Shadows Of Deceit

• It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep my secret from Amy. She had been acting strangely, undoubtedly feeling the pressure of Armand’s distance, and I couldn't shake the feeling that she was plotting something against me, specifically. As I caressed my slightly rounded belly, I knew I had to protect my unborn child at all costs.
• One evening, as I walked through the vast garden that connected our house with Armand’s mansion, I overheard whispers carried by the wind. It was Amy, talking with Bob. My heart pounded in my chest as I hid behind a tree, listening intently, déjà vu making me slightly dizzy.
• I hadn’t realized I had walked so far. I wasn’t safe here, but I had to know what they were saying. I stayed as quiet as I could and crept closer to the voices.