Nick’s POV –Cracks in the Glass
It’s been one week since the pregnancy bomb dropped on me, and honestly? My life has been hell ever since.
When I say hell, I mean capital letters HELL. The kind where every time I open my eyes, the universe slaps me in the face with another reminder that I’m doomed.
Let’s start with Exhibit A: Evelyn. The woman has made it her life’s mission to mutter insults under her Botoxed breath every single time she sees me. It doesn’t matter if I’m walking, breathing, or just existing—she’s there, hissing like some evil snake in high heels.
Then there’s Exhibit B: Noah. God, Noah. If smugness were a crime, he’d be doing three life sentences already. Every time he looks at me, it’s with that mocking little smile like, Ha, I told you so, Nick. You’re screwed. I swe
