ALEXANDER
I’m like a madman.
I pace the length of my room over and over, my fists clenching and unclenching, my mind running in endless circles that lead nowhere. I haven’t even come to terms with one betrayal before I’m hit with another. The revelation about her betrayal had already gutted me. I’ve spent weeks trying to breathe through the hollow space she left behind. And now this—this truth that cuts deeper than any blade ever could.
She was pregnant.
She was carrying my child.
And she hid it from me.
The words echo in my skull, cruel and sharp, and no matter how many times I repeat them, I still can’t make sense of it. She could’ve told me. She should’ve told me. How could she keep something like that from me? Didn’t she know what it meant? Didn’t she trust me enough to say somet
