Breaking Mr. Cold (Giselle and Donovan) novel Chapter 426

By the time Giselle parted ways with Sophia and left the club, it was already past 8:00 pm.

Driving home alone, she replayed the meeting in her mind, a faint, cold smile tugging at her lips. She hadn't spent much time with Sophia before, but she knew enough.

As a wealthy heiress, Sophia was spoiled, arrogant, and headstrong. Her love for Zachary bordered on obsession—jealous, reckless, and all-consuming. A woman like that was the perfect tool to rein in Anne.

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In the following days, Donovan remained on his business trip in Swestan. Giselle kept up her routines, messaging him during the day and video calling at night. Their marriage seemed to be finding its rhythm.

Yet in quieter moments, unease crept back in. Months had passed since their wedding. They were together almost every night, never taking precautions. Still, she showed no sign of pregnancy.

The doctor's warning after her first abortion echoed in her mind that conceiving again might be difficult, perhaps even impossible. The thought weighed heavily, like a stone pressing down on her chest.

Her worries only deepened when she remembered Vivienne's pregnancy. Realizing she hadn't reached out in over a week, Giselle quickly dialed her number.

"Hello, Selle," Vivienne answered, her tone relaxed, no trace of the gloom she'd carried last time.

"What's going on with you?" Giselle asked bluntly. "Did you do it?"

"The abortion. What did you and Sebastian decide? Did you book the hospital?"

Vivienne went quiet, then sighed again. "I've thought about all of that. But Sebatian swore that no matter how much Renee pressures him, he won't marry anyone else. He's her only son. If he refuses firmly enough, eventually she'll have to give in."

"You're unbelievably naïve." Giselle didn't even know what else to call her.

She could see it clearly. Sebastian wasn't built to shoulder responsibility. He was swept up in passion now, but she would give it a few years. When the infatuation wore off and Renee tightened her financial grip, he would cave, and Vivienne would be left with nothing.

Still, as Giselle thought about her own struggles to conceive, another worry stirred. She wondered if pushing someone else toward an abortion might weigh on her conscience—or even feel like tempting fate, making her own chances of having a baby slip further away.

"You should think it over again," Giselle said at last, her tone flat. "In the end, I'm just an outsider. A thousand words from me can't outweigh one word from Sebastian. Do as you will."