ARIA’S POV
A collective gasp spread through the entire room. The guests covered their mouths with delicate hands and muttered among themselves, eyes flitting between Damien, Vivienne, and me.
I couldn’t look at Damien.
I felt his eyes burning a hole in the side of my head, waiting, wondering.
My glare locked on Vivienne, and the b***h had the audacity to smile.
She put a hand on her belly.
“I just got back from the hospital,” Vivienne said, blushing to the tips of her toes.
“I am one month pregnant.”
One month.
That was the moment I looked at Damien.
My eyes asked a million questions, all of which he didn’t bother to answer.
He just stared at me, like I was the only thing in his line of vision.
“Damien…”
My voice wasn’t mine.
My eyes burned.
I looked at the assembled guests,
