bound; governed by fate or extremely likely to occur.
"Face it, Marco. You and I are bound to one another. Even after all this time, even despite the consequences of our love, you can't keep yourself away from me-and neither can I."
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"I'm so sorry for your loss, Marco. Jessica is healthy, but the baby didn't make it."
Those words rang through Marco's head over and over; regardless of the time of day, or how much time passed. Even during Julian and Bella's wedding—which Romessa ended up being disinvited from—he couldn't stop thinking about them. Even on the flight back to Germany, where he would again see Jessica for the first time after learning that their unborn child had died. Telling Lucia had been worst of all—she cried for what felt like hours upon learning that she wouldn't get the sibling that she'd spent months making little gifts for, anticipating the chance to play with.
Oddly enough, the hardest part wasn't the loss of his child, though that hurt him plenty. It wasn't seeing Jessica's devastation, either—because if anything, she'd seen it as an opportunity to gain even more public favor and sympathy. The hardest part was knowing that it was Romessa who'd killed the child with her 800 euro Gucci wedges; a violent and shocking act that Marco still struggled to process. His anger had subdued after a week of no contact with the Moroccan; now it was pure closure he desired. But they were fast approaching Christmas, and it'd been nearly three weeks since the wedding, and he'd heard nothing at all from Romessa. Her instagram had been deactivated; her phone line was dead. William was impossible to reach, and her parents refused to speak to him.
He quickly grew from angry to worried. He was losing sleep, and when he did manage to close his eyelids for more than a few moments, he couldn't get the last glimpse of her that he'd seen—her hair a mess, her face covered in blood—out of his head. And then the guilt settled in. She was crying his name, begging him to help her, her eyes filled with terror. She was running towards him, running away from William. She was pregnant with his child. Every day that passed was a day in which he desperately wanted to save her, to protect her, to hold her.
But he couldn't. For a woman who'd just suffered what the public understood to be a miscarriage, Jessica seemed to be in oddly pleasant spirits. Marco spent as much time as he could with her, and not on his own volition. "If you see her, or contact her, or so much as think about her while you're with me," Jessica had threatened, "I'll tell the entire world what really went down that day, and her life will be ruined."
