ZYRAN’S POV

I walked through the door of the mansion, expecting to see my wife smiling and waiting for me. Instead, I found Roosevelt pacing the living room, her face pale and her hands shaking as tears ran down her cheeks.

"Roosevelt, what is wrong? What happened?" I asked, dropping my briefcase on the floor and rushing to hold her in my arms.

"It’s Mina, Zyran, she finally dropped the act," Roosevelt choked out, gripping my shirt so tightly her knuckles turned white. "She told me everything, she told me about the baby."

"What baby? What are you talking about?" I frowned, confusion swirling in my mind as I looked...