When I returned home, the house felt hollow, like all the warmth had been drained from it. I gripped the edge of the dining table, breathing hard, trying to keep myself upright.
That was when I heard heels approaching.
Bianca appeared, standing confidently in my home, one hand resting on her stomach, satisfaction written all over her face. Moments later, Aldrin followed her in, his hand brushing her arm with a familiarity that made my stomach twist.
“What is she doing here?” I snapped.
“She’ll be living here for now,” Aldrin replied casually. “And you’ll be preparing her meals.”
I stared at him in disbelief. “And why would I do that?”
“Because you’re responsible for putting the baby at risk,” he said coldly. “You should make up for it.”
“I won’t,” I said, my voice shaking with anger.
His gaze turned sharp. “That wasn’t a request, Amara.”
I stepped back, my chest aching. “I’m done. Let’s end this. I want a divorce.”
He blinked, then laughed harshly. “Divorce? That’s your move? Over something this small?”
“You know damn well this isn’t small!” I yelled. “Sienna has been taken! Instead of helping me, you froze my money—you did nothing!”