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wrap around me before striding out of the room. Since Blake drove here and I didn’t want to further pester him about the car, I decided to just get a cab once I was outside the hospital. However, this simple thought became a difficulty the moment I stepped foot on the pavement with reporters, paparazzi, and all the microphones and cell phones shoved at me, paralyzing me momentarily before I shook myself out of shock and started to make my way towards where the bank of cabs were parked on the other side of the building.
    As I tried to walk and avoid all of them, a few persistent ones rushed at my heels, desperate to get something out of me.
    “Miss Sienna, could you please comment on William Knightly’s condition? There are rumors saying that he’s already at the death’s door?”
    “Blake Knightly has a lovechild in Spain and he denied all allegations ; did he give you a confession?”
    “Your husband is bound to inherit a bigger fortune once his grandfather dies ; do you guys have any plans with all that money in your bankroll?”
    Each question was a stab to my heart. And as much as I wanted to las h out at them and kick them in the gut, I didn’t pause for a second until I was safely inside the black cab and on my way towards my home. I wasn’t going to lie, one question had stood out above all:
    “Blake Knightly has a lovechild in Spain and he denied all allegations ; did he give you a confession?”
    I admit, I was pissed off because where the flying fuck had that shit come from? Was that question invented because they wanted to get a kick out of my aghast reaction and to cause a rift between Blake and I because it was a critical time for us to need each other, or… Then there was that.
    The or.
    Or was it because there was a grain of truth in the story, that there was a baby truly hiding somewhere in Spain? After all, Blake had spent a lot of time on the Spanish coast before the casino had opened. And since he’d slept with a lot of women right after we broke up that first time, would it be possible that he forgot to use protection? Or worse, maybe he had forgotten to check if it broke right after they fucked each other brainless.
    From the stories I had heard from Toby and Blake, he had been quite the budding stud for those months, fucking anything and everything beautiful on a nightly basis.
    Biting my bottom lip, I was frightened to think further because I knew where my train of thought could lead. Besides, there was the matter of bringing this controversial subject up that would most definitely cause an uproar between us. After all that, when everything was said and done, could I stand and support my husband if, in fact, the rumor was true of him fathering a child somewhere?
    It felt like I was being stabbed each time I thought of a baby, maybe about two -years-old. A baby that looked exactly like Blake. It was an indirect betrayal, yet I couldn’t fault him for sleeping around right after I broke up with him and turned down his proposal.
    My thoughts went on a reprieve once the cab deposited me at our house in Chelsea. After I got past the gate, I pulled out my house keys and let myself in. The vast foyer and the silence greeted me coldly.
    Looking around, I hugged my purse to my chest, wondering what I would do once Blake f ound out, if the rumors were true, that he had fathered a baby. I wasn’t an idiot. I knew he had wanted a baby for so long, and once the shock wore off, I knew in every fiber in me that he would seek out his child and do anything to be with his son or daughter. Would he leave me then and resume his relationship with the child’s mother since I knew he would want everything for his child?
    Blake loved unconditionally , and knowing that fact scared me to no end. Because, even though he loved me until Kingdom come, he’d readily give me up to have what he had longed for, for quite some time now.
    If that day came, could I give him up, or should I set him free? The question made me