Astor’s Pov
The air in the living room was thick, heavy with unspoken things. It pressed down on me, making my skin crawl. Alice sat on the plush sofa, her hands resting gently on her belly, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips.
Her parents stood behind her, looking somewhere between proud and deeply uncomfortable. I stood in the middle of the room, my hands clenched into fists, my heart a hammer against my ribs.
“Alice,” I began, my voice a low growl that barely kept my anger in check. “What is this new game?”
Her smile widened, a triumphant, sickening smirk. “Oh, Astor! Fancy finding out this way, didn’t you? Yes, it’s true. I’m having your baby.” She even let out a small, happy giggle, like she’d just won the lottery. “Isn’t it wonderful? We’re going to be a family!”
My jaw
