ISABELLA'S POV

The moment the words left my lips, I felt the air between us tighten. Silence spread across the table in slow, suffocating waves, swallowing the faint restaurant music and the muted chatter around us.

I kept my posture still, elegant, controlled. Inside, my heartbeat was a frantic, uneven rhythm.

Elijah is the father.

We are getting back together.

I delivered the lines cleanly, precisely, as if I had no stake in them at all.

But Ezekiel…

Ezekiel was unraveling.

His ...