Tabitha’s POV
The silence feels deafening after Fabrizio leaves. My eyes remain fixed on the door, hoping he might turn around, come back, and say something—anything—but the sound of his footsteps fades into the distance, leaving me completely alone.
I take a shaky breath, the weight of the moment finally crashing down on me. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t yell, didn’t show any emotion—just left. The coldness in his eyes still lingers, and I can’t shake the feeling that I’ve somehow made everything worse.
I press my hand to my stomach, feeling the knot of anxiety twist tighter. Am I really pregnant? Or is my mind playing tricks on me, making me think the worst? My body feels different, but it could be stress. It could be anything.
But deep down, I know the truth.
I swallow hard, try
