The tension between Nicolas and me had been simmering ever since that day, and I could feel it in the air even as I sat alone in the living room. He was definitely not happy that I told Stella about my pregnancy.
The house was quiet, but my thoughts were loud—constantly spinning, always circling back to him and the baby.
Just as I was lost in my thoughts, I heard footsteps approaching. I didn’t need to look up to know it was Nicolas. The weight of his presence pressed down on me, and I braced myself for whatever was coming.
“Mel,” he said, his voice low and controlled, but there was an edge to it that made my skin prickle. I turned to face him, my heart racing, already knowing this conversation wasn’t going to be easy. He walked towards me, stopping only when he was close enough that I
