The silence is louder than the truth.

Adrian stands across from me, holding the DNA test results. His jaw is clenched. His eyes are unreadable. And I know, at this moment,nothing will ever be the same.

“You’re pregnant,” he says flatly.

I nod.

“With my child.”

Another nod.

“And you’re not my wife.”

I couldn't even answer.

He tosses the envelope onto the glass table. It flutters like a dying leaf.

Eliora is behind him, arms crossed, face triumphant. She’s ...