~~Scarlette~~
Four Months Later.
In the house, I had started noticing Emelia’s uneasiness. The way she stiffened whenever Mother brought up her pregnancy, the way her eyes darted like she was hiding something.
It happened again at dinner last night. Julie asked her a simple question — nothing sharp, just a friendly remark. But Emelia’s reaction… it was shocking. She froze, her face drained, and she stammered like she had been caught doing something wrong.
No one else seemed to find it unusual. They brushed it off as hormones, mood swings, pregnancy nerves. But I knew better. This wasn’t just hormones. This was something else. Something Emelia didn’t want anyone to know.
"Liam… have you noticed how Emelia’s been behaving these past few weeks, huh?" I asked as he stepped out of the bath
