Abigail’s POV
After what felt like minutes filled with pain, I decide to walk away. I don’t notice when my dress clashes with the vase just outside the room. My heart beats fast in my chest as I stare at the shattered vase on the floor. The sound of it breaking echoes in my ears, blending with the rising panic swirling in my head. The pieces are scattered everywhere.
“What was that?” Nathan’s sharp voice cuts through the air, his tone full of irritation and suspicion.
I freeze, unable to breathe, as I hear the heavy thud of his footsteps approaching the door. My stomach twists painfully, and before I can think of what to do, the door swings open.
Nathan steps into the hallway, his dark eyes locking onto mine immediately. His expression is cold, his jaw tight as he takes in the mess on
