Since that day, Arnav had never spoken a word about what truly happened. Arsene, too, had vanished from sight, as if the earth itself had swallowed him whole.
Raellyn often felt a flicker of curiosity, but she no longer pressed or questioned. She was no longer the woman who doubted, the wife who feared secrets lurking in the shadows. Whatever the two brothers carried in silence, she chose to trust Arnav. Some truths, she believed, would reveal themselves only when the time was right.
The days slipped quietly into weeks, and before she knew it, Raellyn had reached the ninth month of her pregnancy. Her body felt heavier with each passing day, yet her heart was feather-light under the weight of her husband’s devotion.
Arnav had a way of making her feel cherished in the smallest of gestures
