Ethan Junior's POV

I fucking hate Mondays.

I cursed obscenities underneath my breath for the entire morning in my office.

Miscarriage. Won't be able to have another baby.

My cellphone rang for the umpteenth time and I saw it was her, I smashed it against the wall.

I had spent the rest of the weekend in my bedroom, moping around like a little bitch while everyone else was happy and satisfied with their lives.

I wouldn't be able to have another chance of fathering my children with the woman I was falling madly for.

Angry tears slipped out of my eyes, and I threw myself on the three-seat leather couch...