Chapter 52 You've Still Got Me

"Hey, you really don't want it?" Rowan Blackwood found Marielle Duvall's defiant pout suddenly amusing. After three years of marriage, he couldn't remember ever seeing her like this. She had always been so cautious with him, almost deferential—compromising her own comfort for his habits, meek and restrained like a young bride enduring silent suffering. But now, not only had her face changed, her entire demeanor had transformed. Or was this her true self all along? Had her past love simply made her lose herself? If so, did that mean she no longer loved him? The thought alone made Rowan's chest tighten. How could such profound love simply vanish? Besides, they now had a son, didn't they? Nolan Duvall! Their son. The child once believed to be stillborn now stood before him—healthy and astonishingly remarkable. Rowan was overwhelmed by a storm of conflicting emotions, unable to name what he truly felt. He rose from the bed and handed her the pillow. His earlier playful arrogance had vanish