Giovanni POV

Gray was sleeping peacefully beside me, but no matter how hard I tried, sleep refused to come.

I just lay there, staring at him. Watching his calm breathing, the way his chest rose and fell, his face so relaxed — unaware of the storm burning inside me.

How was I supposed to tell him that I’m carrying Mark’s child?

How could I even say those words to him?

My hands trembled slightly as I pulled the blanket closer, but nothing could quiet the noise in my head. My heart felt ...