Nicolas’s eyes narrowed, and a hint of irritation flashed across his face. He was a master at keeping his emotions hidden, but I could tell my words had struck a nerve.
“Melissa,” he said slowly, as if explaining something obvious to a child. “I don’t think you understand the position you’re putting me in.”
“No, Nicolas,” I shot back, my voice sharper than I intended. “I don’t think you understand the position you’ve put me in. You made me promises—promises that kept me waiting, hoping, sacrificing. And now, you’re telling me I’m asking for too much?”
He sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “It’s complicated. You know I have responsibilities—Stella, our unborn child… I can’t just abandon them.”
I crossed my arms, refusing to let his excuses sway me. “Responsibilitie
