Adriano took the DNA test results worse than I thought.

Mimi, Alessandro, Rory, Fouzia and I are sitting on the couch watching a movie when Adriano walks in drunk.

I told Mimi I couldn't be in the same room as Fouzia but she forced me too and put us in either side of the couch.

Her and Adriano seem like they're close.

'Hey pazza,' he slurs.

I look up at him and roll my eyes. I feel so bad for him.

'Adriano, sit down you're drunk.' I mutter.

'I'm grieving,' he replies. 'Do you know what it feels like to grieve?'

Of course I do.

I grieved his 'death' for weeks.

'Yeah, I do,' I reply.

'Well then we're on the same boat.' He laughs.

Adriano passes me the bottle of Tequila and I place it on the table.

'I'm trying to cut back.' I mutter.

Mimi smiles at me proudly.

'You know pazza, there's a lot of things I've never told you.' He says.

Adriano leans forward and moves a piece of hair out of my face. I lean my head to the side and look up at him.

'Oh yeah?' I reply softly. 'And what's that?'

'The real reason I cut you off.' He chuckles, and shakes his head.

My heart drops and I swallow the lump in my throat.

'I really let you go,' he mutters, more to himself than anyone else.

His finger trails along my jawline and down my neck. I grab his hand and push it away from me.

'Let's get you to bed.' I say.

I stand up and go to help Adriano up the stairs.

He pulls me in by the waist and looks into my eyes.

'Did I ever tell you, how beautiful you are,' he murmurs, his breath tickling my ear.

His eyes dart down to my lips and I shake my head slowly.

He's drunk, he's lying.

'I'll take him,' Fouzia says. 'I'm his wife, I can take care of him.

She comes next to me and takes Adriano's arm away from me.

'I can do it.' She glares right at me.

I shrug and go back to my seat, while Fouzia takes Adriano to the bedroom where I think both of them will be staying.

******** Adriano doesn't look in my direction during breakfast at all and I'm not mad about it.

I think.

'We're breaking Blondie out tonight.' Alessandro says.

'Her name's Eliza.' Alora mutters. 'And how do we know she's helpful.'

'We just have to wait and see,' Terzo shrugs.

Fouzia walks into the kitchen and sits beside Adriano. She gives him the biggest smile ever and he looks away from her confused.

'I have an announcement to make,' Fouzia says.

'Go ahead,' Mimi replies.

'I'm pregnant.' She says.

My cup slips out of my hands and drops onto the floor, Alora and Mimi's eyes widen. Amira's knife drops from her hand and Alessandro stands there shocked.

'Why am I always here when something awkward happens.' Terzo mutters, rubbing his forehead.

Adriano chokes on his pancake.

'You're what?' He asks, coughing and wiping his mouth.

She takes out her pregnancy test and it's positive.

Adriano narrows his eyebrows and I stand up.

'Congrats.' I snap.

My throat burns and my heart sinks.

'Dilara I didn't,' Adriano mutters. 'You have my word.'

'I said this before Adriano, and I'll say it again.' I start. 'Your word doesn't mean much to me.'

Rory giggles next Mimi and she shushes her.

Mimi hands her daughter to Alessandro who leaves the room with her.

'That's so fucked.' Alora mutters, shaking her head.

Adriano stands up.

'Dilara please, I never touched her.' He explains. 'Tell her I never touched you.'

He looks at me, his eyes begging me to believe him.

I look at Fouzia, hoping for something but she stays silent, a smile still on her face.

I laugh dryly and Amira walks over to my side and grabs my hand.

'Vittoria is going to be so excited for us.' She puts her hand on Adriano's arm and he shrinks away from her.

'I never touched you, and you know it.' He snarls.

'Adriano, don't be silly,' she laughs. 'Last night was amazing.'

My eyes narrow and Amira squeezes my hand.

I don't know why I'm so pissed off. They're husband and wife, it was bound to happen.

Yet part of me hoped things were different. Now I see that hope does a lot to a person, and I want no part of it.

Adriano gets up and grabs Fouzia's arm and leads her out of the room.

'Dilara , Im so sorry,' Amira stars.

'We didn't know,' Terzo adds.

'There's nothing to be sorry for,' I reply. 'I'm fine.'

Mimi gives me a look that says she's not even half convinced.

'If anyone needs me, I'll be finding an outfit for tonight.' I sigh.

I go back to my room and along the corridor I hear raised voices from a nearby room.

It's clear Adriano and Fouzia don't have a stable marriage and this baby news didn't make it any better.

I look through my wardrobe and try to busy myself by picking an outfit.

Someone knocks on my door.

'Adriano, go away!' I yell.

They open the door and peer through and I see it's just Jasmine.

Her hair is braided to the side and she wears a grey hoodie two sizes too big for her.

'When did you get here?' I ask.

'I was on my way to visit Mimi and everyone told me about what happened.' She explains. 'Are you ok?'

'Mhm,' I say, my eyes watery.

'Oh Dilara,' she sighs. She comes over to me and pulls me into a hug.

'It's not like I'm in love with him,' I laugh dryly, wiping my eyes.

'You still haven't healed?' She asks.

I look at her.

'I have,' I lie.

Well, I thought I did. That night in the rain, those moments when he cleaned my wounds.

'Do you like him?' She asks, wiping my eyes softly.

'I don't want to,' I reply.

'But you do?' She raises an eyebrow.

I stay silent and she nods slowly.

'Listen, he's an asshole.' She says handing me a tissue. 'And so is Fouzia, she knows the past history between the two of you and she still did this.'

I smile softly.

'Thank you Jasmine.' I say softly.

'Not a problem.' She smiles.

*AUTHORS NOTE* Guys what do we think of Jasmine???? ISTG pls just give her a chance 😭 I hope you're all enjoying the story. Have a nice day!