The Cole mansion had changed in ways nobody could fully explain out loud, yet everyone inside it felt. It was no longer just tension that filled the halls. It was expectation. It was suspicion. It was the uncomfortable awareness that something between Adrian and Zara was no longer accidental or temporary. It had become real in ways neither of them had officially admitted again after that night on the balcony.
Zara was now six months pregnant, and the reality of it showed in everything she did. The slight weight in her walk, the way her moods shifted without warning, the way she suddenly craved things she could not explain even to herself. One moment she wanted sweet fruit, the next moment she demanded something completely unreasonable, and the next she was irritated by the existence of ev
