I sit on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall, my mind replaying Ryan's words. My emotions are tangled, anger, confusion, and a deep sense of betrayal all swirling together, refusing to settle. The baby kicks again, as if sensing my distress, and I run my hand over my belly, willing myself to calm down.
But how can I? How can I move past the fact that Ryan has been hiding such a monumental truth from me for months? A company going bankrupt isn't a small thing, and yet, he had acted like everything was fine.
I hear the soft knock on the bedroom door, followed by Ryan's hesitant voice. "Tess, dinner’s ready."
I don’t respond immediately, letting the silence stretch between us. Finally, I stand, moving toward the door with heavy steps. The baby kicks again, almost as if urging me to go
