Dominic’s POV
I sat in the dimly lit living room, Justin nestled in my arms, his tiny lips sucking rhythmically on the bottle of expressed milk. His little eyes were half-closed, and every so often, he would release a soft coo, the sound grounding me in a way nothing else could tonight.
But even with my son in my arms, the gnawing sense of jealousy and anger churned inside me, the image of Ruby in that red dress playing over and over in my head. The thought of her out there with Ethan, laughing, talking, doing God knows what... was enough to make my blood simmer.
My jaw tightened as I adjusted Justin in my arms, brushing a hand over his soft hair as he continued feeding. The sound of the front door opening had me on alert instantly, every muscle in my body tensing. I heard the soft sh
