Nicholas’s POV

My hands shook with rage as the photographs scattered at her feet. The sight of them, the proof I never wanted to believe, burned into my eyes. Reyna’s face drained of color as she stared down at the pictures, her lips parting but no words spilling out.

“Whose child are you carrying?” I demanded, my voice echoing through the walls of our bedroom.

Her blue eyes flicked up to me, wide and frightened. “I… I don’t understand...”

I cut her off, fury boiling in my ...