Nadia's POV
Lucian couldn't wait to get back to the hospital to see Abbie.
I moved through the kitchen like a ghost, my head heavy and so were my limbs. I cleared the table, washed the dishes, and scrubbed the counters.
Then, I took a long, hot shower, letting the steam blur my vision until my skin turned pink, then crawled into bed.
As I closed my eyes, I heard the front door click open.
My heart gave a traitorous little jump.
Lucian?
He left so late; I figured he'd stay the night with her. It wouldn't have been the first time. Besides, they'd spent the day looking at wedding dresses. I assumed they'd be inseparable.
Stop it, Nadia, I scolded myself, burying my face in the pillow.
Stop acting like a jealous, bitter mate. Stop overthinking every footstep. I hated this version
