Nicole’s POV
The call with Nathan echoed in my mind as I drove toward his house, leaving me both shattered and relieved. His voice had been cold, distant—so unlike the man I thought I knew. My heart ached from the rejection, from his refusal to believe me after everything we had been through together. Yet, a small part of me clung to the one solace I had: he was letting me see the children.
That alone gave me the strength to push forward, to face the overwhelming grief that had consumed me since this nightmare began. I didn’t know how long I could bear it, but seeing my babies would help. They were the only things keeping me from breaking entirely.
As I pulled into the driveway of Nathan’s house—the house that had once been my home—I noticed something that sent a fresh stab of pain thr
