# Chapter 202: Flowers in the Sky
Hello everyone, it’s me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 202 of *"Forgotten Wife: Let the Traitors Kneel Down"* — a chapter so tender, so intimate, and so full of long-awaited joy that it feels like the whole world finally exhaled. So grab a warm drink, settle in, and let’s relive this breathtaking moment together.
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The morning light slipped softly into the room, but for Alessandro, the world only felt real when he saw Abril beside him. When his hand found empty sheets instead of his wife’s warmth, his heart stumbled. He bolted upright, anxiety clawing at his chest. Had it all been a dream? A beautiful, cruel illusion spun by his desperate heart? He clutched the sheets, whispered her name into the quiet air, and braced himself for the pain of waking up alone.
- Aby...
From the balcony, a sweet voice answered, carrying the freshness of the morning like a gift meant only for him.
- Good morning, Lessan.
April peeked her head into the room, a gentle smile warming her face. Alessandro’s breath caught. He rushed to his feet, staggering toward her as if the floor itself might betray him. When they finally stood face to face, he reached out a trembling hand — then stopped. He was terrified. Terrified that the moment he touched her, the illusion would shatter and she would dissolve like mist.
April saw the fear in his eyes. Her voice was soft, patient.
- What’s wrong, Lessan?
- Are you truly here? Is this not a dream?
- I’m here. How long will you keep asking me the same thing?
- It’s just... I’m afraid to touch you and watch you disappear.
She didn’t scold him. Instead, April took his hand gently and pressed it against her face. Her warmth, her reality, flooded into his skin.
- You see? I’m not going to disappear. I’m real. And we will be together. I don’t plan on separating from you again.
Alessandro pulled her into his arms, burying his face in her hair, holding her as if she were the very anchor of his soul.
- I don’t plan on separating from you either. I won’t let you go again.
- I don’t want to go anywhere without you either.
But Alessandro, ever the worried husband, pulled back just enough to study her. It was still early, and the mornings were cold. April was now a pregnant woman, and he couldn’t shake the fear that yesterday’s intensity might have harmed her. Without waiting for debate, he scooped her into his arms, carried her back to the bed, and laid her down as gently as if she were made of silk and stars.
- I still think you should rest. Yesterday we were perhaps too... effusive. Should I call the doctor to make sure everything is fine?
April stopped him before he could leave, her hand catching his.
- I’m fine, Lessan. And our daughter is fine too.
- Our daughter?
- Yes. I’m certain our baby is a girl.
Alessandro’s heart stopped. Then it soared. The idea of a daughter who looked like April — with her spirit, her light, her grace — robbed him of his voice. In the kingdom of Laios, the throne welcomed any capable heir, but in Cosser, tradition demanded a boy. April saw his silence and misread it. Doubt crept into her voice.
- Aren’t you happy it’s a girl? I suppose you would have preferred a boy.
Alessandro took her hand, his eyes shimmering with emotion.
- Of course not. The mere thought of having a daughter who looks like you overwhelms me so completely that it steals my words. Never doubt, not even for a moment, that I am overjoyed that our baby is a girl.
April laughed lightly, a sound that healing every wound in his soul.
- I really don’t think she’ll look much like me. Though she will inherit the color of my eyes.
- You can’t know that. She hasn’t been born yet.
She caressed her belly, a knowing smile on her lips.
- In truth, I believe I’ve already seen her in my dreams. She will look more like you than me. And I believe we will be very happy.
- I’m already happy, Aby.
At that moment, a loud growl shattered the romance. April’s stomach protested loudly — she hadn’t eaten since the day before. Her cheeks flushed as she admitted, half-laughing:
- I’m starving. Let’s eat before I faint.
Alessandro panicked at the word “faint.” He practically leaped to order her to stay in bed and not move a muscle. Throwing on a shirt, he rushed out the door, determined to summon every cook, maid, and doctor in the palace if necessary. April sighed deeply, shaking her head as she spoke softly to the baby growing in her womb.
- Your father is a complete madman, little one. But he’s a madman who loves us deeply.
Out in the hallway, Alessandro nearly collided with his brother, Cassian. Seeing the radiant glow on his brother’s face, Cassian already guessed the news.
- Good morning, brother. You seem very happy today.
- Of course I am. The woman I love has returned to me, and I’m going to be a father.
Alessandro beamed, joy spilling from every word. Cassian smiled genuinely, a warm blessing in his voice.
- I already knew. And I am so happy for you, brother. I hope your happiness is long and eternal, and that nothing ever tarnishes it.
- I wish the same for you. I’m glad you can be with the woman you love — that she is with you.
- The same for me. But enough talking. What do you need? Tell me how I can help.
- I want to celebrate a holiday. The news of the queen’s pregnancy should be a reason for celebration. I want the entire kingdom to share my happiness.
Cassian laughed, delighted by his brother’s boundless joy.
- I was thinking of returning to my territory. But perhaps I’ll stay a little longer and celebrate with you.
Alessandro ordered one of the maids to bring breakfast to the queen at once and to summon the doctor. Even though April insisted she was fine, he wouldn’t rest until a physician confirmed it with his own eyes. He bid Cassian goodbye and hurried back to his wife’s side.
Soon, the room was filled with trays piled high with savory dishes, delicate sweets, and fresh fruits. April ate with the enthusiasm of someone reclaiming life itself. Every bite tasted like victory. Alessandro watched her, his heart swelling with warmth.
- Do you feel more satisfied now?
- I spent days unable to eat anything. I will not waste the opportunity now that I can.
- Then I shall have them prepare delicious dishes, sweets, and desserts of every kind. I never want you to feel hungry again.
- That would be horrible, Lessan. There is no greater pleasure than eating when truly hungry. If you are never hungry, even the most delicious food loses its flavor.
He chuckled, humbled by her wisdom.
- I suppose you’re right. I’ll ask the servants to care for you with great devotion.
The doctor arrived, closing the door softly behind him. April shot Alessandro a knowing look — she had been right; she wasn’t ill. Yet she allowed the examination, forgiving her husband’s worry because it came from a place of boundless love. When the doctor finished, his diagnosis was positive. The queen and the baby were both healthy, perfectly well.
- I told you. There was nothing to worry about, Alessandro. I’m fine, and so is our little one.
Alessandro pressed a soft kiss to her lips.
- And I thank the heavens that it is so.
That very day, the palace announced the queen’s pregnancy. Cheers rippled through every corridor. Servants smiled, guards beamed, and even the most critical nobles fell silent, unable to pressure the king for an heir a moment longer.
A month later, a grand festival was held to honor the queen’s pregnancy. Diplomats from neighboring kingdoms came bearing gifts and blessings. April sat beside Alessandro in the grand throne room, enduring an endless river of congratulations, handshakes, and curtsies. By the time the sun began to descend, her heart was full, but her patience was thin. She leaned toward her husband, whispering:
- How much longer will this last?
- The celebration will last seven days. This is the first, so there are six left.
She stared at him, horrified.
- Tell me it’s a joke.
- It’s not.
- Why must you have such a grand celebration?
Alessandro squeezed her hand, his gaze deep and sincere.
- Because I want everyone to know who my queen is. And how happy I am by your side.
How could she be angry after that? All she could do was soften, squeeze his hand back, and continue welcoming the endless blessings.
When night fell, a magnificent ball unfolded in the palace. Nobles twirled beneath chandeliers, celebrations echoed through the halls, but the royal couple left after just one dance. The whispers among the nobles said it was because the queen needed rest and the king could not bear to be separated from her. And that was true. But the deeper truth was that April simply wanted to escape the noise, and Alessandro would follow her anywhere.
He led her to a secluded balcony, far from the glittering crowds, where no one could interrupt them.
- Why have you brought me here?
- I have prepared a surprise for you.
He pointed to the night sky. April looked up, and her breath caught.
Above them, brilliant colored lights blossomed across the darkness like impossible flowers blooming in the heavens. Gold, crimson, sapphire, and silver burst into petals, streaking across the stars, painting the sky with dazzling, ephemeral beauty. Fireworks — flowers in the sky — cascaded down like divine blessings.
Alessandro wrapped his arms around her from behind, his voice warm against her ear.
- This is my gift for you.
April leaned into him, her eyes sparkling with reflected light, her smile radiant.
- I love it.
He stole a kiss, tender and lingering, and then whispered:
- And I love it — seeing that beautiful smile on your face. That will always be my best gift and my greatest delight, my beloved Aby.
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**Reader’s Impressions & Star Rating**
Oh, this chapter was pure warmth! After all the pain, separation, and uncertainty, watching Alessandro tremble at the thought of losing April again was heartbreakingly sweet. His love for her is no longer just passion — it’s devotion, fear, and reverence all woven together. And April’s quiet strength, her certainty about their daughter, her playful hunger, and her gentle teasing made this chapter feel like a soft, golden sunrise after a long storm. The fireworks were breathtaking, but even more breathtaking was the way Alessandro’s greatest joy wasn’t the spectacle — it was her smile. This is the kind of chapter that makes your heart ache in the best way possible.
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Rating: 4.9 / 5 Stars
**Next Chapter Prediction**
With the seven-day festival still unfolding and the queen’s pregnancy now publicly celebrated, not everyone will be happy. I predict that enemies lurking in the shadows — those who once tore April away — will soon poison this joyful season. Perhaps someone will target the queen’s health, or a sudden threat will remind Alessandro that happiness is fragile. The traitors may kneel now, but true dangers often smile. I expect the next chapter to deliver a sharp twist, testing whether their love can survive another storm.
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