Diego's POV

I strode into the house, shutting the door of the living room. Without taking off my shoes, I collapsed on the couch, heaving.

Adriana had changed; every bit of her had changed. She had become extremely beautiful and she didn't look like the timid girl I got married to. Her pregnancy had become evident and she was looking healthy.

When I looked at her, she didn't seem excited to see me; not one bit. Instead, I could still see the hurt and pain in her eyes as she talked to ...