For days on end, Henry had endured sleepless nights, tormented by thoughts he couldn't escape, yet it seemed Giselle was oblivious to his struggles.

Emerging from the restroom after a bracing cold shower, Henry made his way to the balcony where Giselle was perched, idly swinging her feet with a cup of coffee in hand.

He marched over and seized the coffee cup from her grasp. “You shouldn’t be drinking coffee; it’s bad for the baby.”

Giselle shot him a piercing look ...