Zara’s POV

It seemed like the glass I was holding slipped from my hand, and it shattered, cutting me in the process. The pain stung, a physical representation of the emotional turmoil I was going through.

I was in the kitchen, cooking breakfast while Lucas and our son haven't come down yet. Suddenly, I was overwhelmed by an inexplicable nervousness, and that's why I dropped the glass and got injured.

Lucas quickly approached me, seeing my bleeding hands, and scolded me, “You need to be more careful, my dear!”

“I don't know, I just suddenly got really nervous! That's why I dropped the glass. I'm sorry! Please don't be angry,”...