Alexander’s POV

Speechless, I stare at her for a moment. My knuckles crack as I fist them. My nostrils flare with every shaky breath I take, my anger seething beneath the surface of my skin. But I love her. I love her so much. “Where are those morning-after pills?” I question, bluntly.

She lifts her eyes to me. Her lips start to quiver. But I drag in another painful breath, and quickly avert my gaze, so that the sight of her crying doesn’t make me waver.

“I bought four of them. ...