Ariana’s POV
I sat there, staring at the two faint lines on the pregnancy test, my hands shaking so hard I almost dropped it. Pregnant. I was pregnant with Dustin’s child. I should feel something—joy, relief, maybe even excitement. But instead, a hollow ache settled in my chest, deep and unrelenting. With everything happening between us, the silence and anger that had taken over our lives, all I felt was a crushing weight of uncertainty.
I knew Dustin hadn’t come home for days, likely as a way to avoid looking at me, or maybe just to punish me in his own silent way. His words, his expression when he’d thrown those pictures at my feet—it felt like an iron door closing between us. And now… now I was carrying his child, and I didn’t know if he’d even want to hear it, much less believe it wa
