Chapter 931 

DAMIEN’S POV 

“Eva, we need to talk.” I said firmly, trying to keep my voice steady as I confronted her in the living room. I could feel the tension radiating off her, but I was done tiptoeing around it. After everything that had happened, I needed answers. I needed. to understand how things had spiraled this far out of control, out of my grip, and I needed to stop her from doing any more damage to what was left of my life with Irene. 

She’s gone too far now, playing a very dangerous game that makes me a huge loser. 

Eva turned to me, her gaze sharp and calculating. There was a coldness in her eyes that sent tons of chills down my spine. She wasn’t the vulnerable woman I had thought she was, not even close. And somehow, I knew she wasn’t all along but I only refused to fully accept it. I could see through her now. I could see the sinister glint beneath the surface she had always been presenting. 

“What is it now, Damien?” she asked, her tone dismissive, as if I was wasting her time. She crossed her arms over her chest, clearly ready for another argument, but I wasn’t going to let her control this conversation. 

“I know what you’re doing. I said, my voice stronger than I expected. “You’ve been manipulating me, manipulating Irene, ever since she left. And now this–this pregnancy–it’s just another move in your game!” I exclaimed with anger. 

Eva raised an eyebrow, a small smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. “Oh, now you think this is all part of some grand scheme, do you? What exactly am I manipulating, Damien? You’re the one who got drunk and slept with me. Or have you conveniently forgotten that part?” She asked but didn’t stop there 

“Have you forgotten how you kissed me, touched me, caressed me, begged for more of me, that dark and sweet night?” She- grinned sheepishly 

“Stop” I winced at her words. She knew exactly where to hit, how to twist the knife that she had lodged into my soul. 

The guilt of that night still gnawed at me, even though I couldn’t remember a single moment of it. But Eva’s confidence, the way she threw it in my face, only fueled my anger. Something about it felt wrong. The way she used it like a weapon–it wasn’t the behavior of someone who had been hurt or taken advantage of. No, it was the behavior of someone who had planned this all along. 

She was so goddamn evil! 

Too good at it. 

“I didn’t sleep with you, I said through clenched teeth, though my voice faltered slightly. I didn’t want to believe it. I couldn’t believe it. But the doubt still consumed my being, and she knew it. She could see it crystal clear. And I hated that my doubt was so fucking obvious 

Eva laughed, the sound cold and mocking. “Oh, Damien, you’re in denial. It happened, whether you like it or not.” She said in a strong voice. “And now, we have a baby on the way. You might want to start accepting that reality.” She painted my new reality that I will never come to accept. 

All of this was a lie. It has to be. I didn’t sleep with her. She is not pregnant with my child. 

“I don’t believe you,” I said, though my voice sounded weak even to my own ears. “Something happened that night, but not what you’re claiming I added, trying to stand on a ground that had no base or foundation. 

Eva’s smirk grew, and she stepped closer, her voice soft but laced with venom “You can tell yourself whatever you want. But the fact remains–I’m pregnaam, and you’re the father. Irene’s going to have to face that sooner or later. She siniled wickedly 

I felt my stomach churn at the thought. How was I going to explain any of this to her when I didn’t even understand it 

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myself? I could barely look her in the eye, knowing what Eva was claiming. How could I convince Irene that this wasn’t true when I had no proof? When Eva seemed so certain, so unshakable in her story? 

Fuck met 

“I won’t let you ruin this family,” I said, my voice tight with anger and fear. “I won’t let you destroy what I have with Irene. I managed to say. 

Eva’s eyes rowed, and for the first time. I saw the mask slip. For a moment, there was real fury behind her calm exterior. You still think you can save your precious relationship?” she spat, stepping closer, her face inches from mine. “Irene left you Damien. She walked out and didn’t look back. Do you think she’s coming back now that I’m pregnant with your child? She’s done with you, Damien. Face it” She smirked at her last phrase as she seemed certain of her claim. 

I clenched my fists, trying to hold back the rage building inside me. She was wrong, Irene wasn’t done with me. She couldn’t be. But the doubt crept in What if Eva was right? What if Irene was too hurt to ever come back? 

I took a step back, needing to put space between us, needing to breathe. Eva’s words echoed in my mind, but I pushed them away. I couldn’t let her poison me any further, I had to focus on frene. I had to make things right with her. 

Without another word to Eva, I turned and walked away, my heart pounding in my chest. I needed to talk to Irene. I needed to explain everything, even if I didn’t have all the answers. She deserved to know how I felt, how I regrested everything that had happened since she left. How I hadn’t meant for any of this to happen. It was all unintentional and I am very sorry for it But when I reached our bedroom, the room felt heavy with silence. Irene was sitting on the edge of the bed, her face pale and drawn, as if the weight of everything had finally crushed her spirit. My heart ached at the sight of her, and I felt the distance between us more keenly than ever. 

“Irene, I began, my voice soft and pleading as I stepped toward her. “Please, can we talk?” 

She didn’t look up at me, her gaze fixed on the floor, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The silence between us stretched, thick and unbearable. I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of my guilt, my failures, pressing down on me. 

I had messed up. But I couldn’t give up. 

“I know you’re hurting. I know I’ve made a mess of things. But I need you to understand–none of this was what I wanted. I never wanted to hurt you. I never wanted any of this to happen. I expressed my feelings sincerely. 

Finally, she looked up at me, her eyes filled with a deep sadness that pierced through my soul and tugged harshly at my heartstrings. I had hurt her. It was so evident and clear. 

“Damien,” she said, her voice barely a whisper, “I don’t know if I can believe you anymore.” 

The words hit me like a blow to the chest, and 1 felt the air leave my lungs. I had expected anger, maybe even resentment. I had expected her to blow me off and shout at me, scold me, or even call me names. 

But the didn’t do any of that. Her r quiet, broken words were w worse than any rage she could have thrown at me. 

And it stung so deeply into my veins. 

“Irene, please I begged, dropping to my knees in front of her, taking her hands in mine. “You have to believe me. I never wanted any of this Eva… She’s manipulating everything. I don’t remember that night. I don’t believe what she’s saying 1 nerd you to trust me I explained. 

She pulled her hands away from mine. her expression pained. “But you don’t know for sure, do you? You don’t remember. And now she’s pregnant. How am I supposed to just ignore that, Damien?” She asked. 

I opened my mouth to speak, but no words catne out. She was right, I didn’t know for sure. I couldn’t prove anything. And Eva had made sure to put that doubt between us, that wedge that was tearing us apart. 

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“Trene.” I said quiety, my voice trembling. I love you. I love you more than anything. Please don’t let this be the end of us. I’ll do whatever it takes to fix this, to make things right.” I said, wanting her to know I was not giving up even if I felt defeated. 

“I don’t know, Damien. I just don’t know anymore.” She stood up, shaking her head, tears brimming in her eyes. 

I watched as she walked toward the door, her steps slow and hear. And I felt the walls closing in my hope slipping further away with every step she took 

Before 1 could say anything more, the door opened. Eva stood in the doorway, a cruel smile playing on her lips. “Am I interrupting something?” she asked, her voice dripping with false innocence. 

Damn her! 

Irene froze, and I saw the last bit of resolve drain from her. Her shoulder sagged. She dida ya word. She just left the room, leaving me alone with Eva’s twisted stile and my sinking bears. 

Looks like she’s had enough, Eva said casually, leaning against the doorframe “Maybe it’s time you start accepting the inevitable, Damien. Irene’s not coming back”