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Chapter 0610 Nina "It's Mila, isn't it?" I didn't know why, exactly, her ncto mind. It was just as though I knew, maybe it was because of the strange way she had acted around me, or the way she had shamelessly flirted with my own husband right in front of my face.

But it didn't make sense that she would have hurt Enzo. She was a lot smaller than him, and she was a human. Enzo was a six-foot-four muscular hockey player-not to mention that he was a werewolf.

Getting beat up by a human just wasn't in the cards for Enzo, which only meant one thing: he was leaving a lot out of this story.

And yet, despite all of this, I couldn't help but notice the shock that briefly flickered across Enzo's face when I mentioned Mila's name. It was a confirmation of my suspicions, a confirmation that something had indeed happened between them.

And whatever it was that had happened, the thought of it madefeel sick.

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"It's her, isn't it?" I repeated, my voice trembling slightly. I needed to know, needed him to admit it.

Enzo hesitated, his gaze dropping to the water in the tub, but it was a telling sort of silence. It was clear that he couldn't deny it any longer. "Nina, it's not what you think," he finally replied, his voice strained.

I shook my head, my heart pounding in my chest. "Enzo, I knew she was going to be a problem," I said, my voice filled with frustration. "What happened? Tellthe truth." He shifted uncomfortably in the water, and I couldn't stop my eyes from flickering to his wrist again. The bruise that had marred his skin was long since gone, but I felt as though I could still see it there.

But still, it made no sense. How was she able to hurt him like that? *Nina, listen," Enzo finally said with a sigh. "It was just a minor disagreement. Nothing serious, you know?" I knew better than to accept that explanation at face value. Enzo and I had always been open and honest with each other, and this sudden secrecy was tearing at the fabric of our relationship.

I reached out and gently touched his wrist, my fingers grazing over the spot where the bruise used to be. I could feel him grow tense beneath my touch. "Enzo, you flinch every tI touch you," I insisted. "Does a minor disagreement do that? To a werewolf, no less?" He let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping. "Nina, I don't want you to worry about this," he replied, avoiding my gaze. "It's not worth it." But it was worth it, at least to me. We were married, and we were about to have a child together. We had promised to be there for each other through thick and thin, to share our joys and our troubles. I couldn't just sit here and ignore whatever had happened between my husband and Mila.

And then my mind flickered to the airport. When I had picked Enzo up, there had been something red on his lips. He had said it was wine, but it was an early flight. Enzo wasn't a drinker like that, nor was he the anxious type to need something to calm his nerves on an airplane.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I thought about the possibility of betrayal. I didn't want to believe it; we were fated mates, and we had been through so much together.

It was impossible. Enzo would never cheat on me, right? *Enzo," I said, my voice breaking ever so slightly, "we're supposed to be a team. We're married, and we're about to bring a baby into this world together. If whatever happened is serious enough to cause this, then you should tell me." He reached out to gently wipe away my tears, his expression filled with guilt. "Nina, please don't cry," he whispered, his thumb brushing over my cheek. "I promise, it's not what you think." But the memories of that day at the airport resurfaced in my mind. The red stain on his lips, the lingering scent of perfume, the strange and uncharacteristic look in his eyes... It couldn't all just be one big coincidence, could it? I pulled away without entirely meaning to, shaking my head as if to dispel the thoughts. But the thoughts just kept coming.

"What's wrong?" he asked, shootinga confused look. "Nina, why are you recoiling?" I said nothing as I rose from the bath and climbed out. Water pooled around my feet, and I quickly grabbed a towel to wrap around myself before I marched over to the sink and began vigorously combing my hair again.

"Nina," Enzo called afterin a firm tone of voice, "talk to me." My body froze. I hated when Enzo used his Alpha voice to speak to me. But as a werewolf and a member of our pack, it was difficult to ignore. With a sigh, I set my hairbrush down and curled my fingers around the edge of the counter to steady myself.

*Enzo," I said, my voice quivering, "when I picked you up at the airport, there was something red on your lips-" "Wine," Enzo corrected me.

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But I spun around, glaring at him. "It wasn't wine, Enzo," I said. "It was lipstick. And the look in your eyes e was so. unlike you. And the bruise..." I paused, clearing my throat as my eyes filled with tears, blurring my vision. "Did you have sex with Mila?" The question hung heavily in the air, and for a moment, I was afraid to hear his answer. I wanted to believe in him, to trust that our love was strong enough to overcany obstacle.

But the doubt was gnawing at me, eating away at my heart.

Enzo's eyes met mine, and he seemed to search for the right words. He rose from the bathtub and m stepped out grabbing a towel and walking over toas he wrapped it around himself. But I took a step backwards, leveling him with a distrustful gaze.

He stopped and sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Nina," he "Nina," he began, his voice om voice low and fiffed with regret, "it's really not what you think. I promise, I would never even consider it. I didn't have sex with Mila." His words provided a momentary relief, but the tension in the room remained. I couldn't shake the feeling that he was still holding back, that he was only tellingpart of the story.

"So tellthe truth," I hissed, my voice trembling. "If you didn't sleep with her, then tellwhat really happened. Tellwhy you had a bruise on your wrist and... lipstick on your face." He sighed deeply, and his shoulders slumped. I watched as he leaned his back against the marble bathroom counter, his chin dropping to his chest as he thought.

And then, taking a deep breath, he lifted his gaze to meet mine. There was nothing but sincerity in his brown eyes. "Okay," he whispered. "I can't lie to you any longer. I'll tell you everything, Nina."