I woke up to a loud noise in the house. Not just noise—chaos.
“Where is she? That w***e of yours!”
Her voice. His mother’s voice.
My heart jumped as the door flew open.
“You,” she spat, storming toward me. Nic held her back before she could reach me.
“What gave you the right to enter my son’s life and destroy it?” she hissed, her face twisted with rage. “How dare you? You are nothing but a slut. You think because you’re carrying his child, you’ll carry his last name? Never. Not while I’m alive. When you give birth, I’ll take custody of the child and you will leave my son for good!”
“Mum—” Nic tried to cut in.
“No one is taking custody of my child,” I said sharply, my voice shaking but firm.
The room froze. Even Clara—standing smugly behind Nic’s mother—seemed taken aback.
“What di
