#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. "I heard rumors that Beryl might be hiding something," Amy said in hushed tones. "Something that could ruin everything. I need you to find out what it is, and we’ll figure out how to deal with it.” “I’ll d