CHRISTIAN
The waiting was unbearable. Every second that ticked by felt like a noose tightening around my throat. I had faced boardrooms full of ruthless businessmen, negotiated deals worth millions, and stood my ground against enemies who wanted to see me fail.
But this?
Sitting here, waiting for a doctor to walk through those doors—waiting to know if Isabella was okay?
This was pure agony.
Nova’s small fingers curled into my shirt as he nestled against my chest. His breathing had slowed, but every now and then, his tiny body trembled. He must have been exhausted, confused by the tension hanging thick in the air.
I pressed a kiss to the top of his soft curls, guilt curling in my stomach. He was too young to be caught in the middle of this. Too young to feel the weight of something s
