Caroline's pov
Peter’s eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscle twitching the second he stopped me from walking away.
For a split second, something almost like doubt flickered across his face.
His grip loosened just a bit, and his shoulders sagged under the weight of everything crashing down around us.
I could see the exhaustion in the dark circles under his eyes, the way his free hand kept clenching and unclenching at his side.
We were both young, both exhausted from this toxic mess, but the man staring at me now felt like a stranger wearing my husband’s face.
Then Cerene let out a loud, broken sob and pressed herself tighter against his side, her head resting on his shoulder like she belonged there. “Please don’t let her confuse you, Peter. I’m carrying yo
