"Of course I do," Eliana shot back, her voice rising, the words trembling between anger and hurt. "I saw him with my own two eyes, Henry. He could barely move. It wasn't some act—I felt it. When I helped him back to bed, his body was trembling. You can't fake that kind of weakness."
Henry exhaled slowly, running a hand over his face as if trying to wipe away the unease clawing at him. "Eliana, I just…" His tone softened, but the strain beneath it was clear. "I worry, that's all. Rafael's history—it's messy. You remember what happened back home, don't you? The threats, the danger? What if this is all another one of his games—some way to pull you back in now that he's realized you're carrying his child?"
