ROOSEVELT’S POV

The next five days were a lesson in acting.

I didn’t cry, I didn’t yell.

Instead, I became a ghost.

I woke up early, dressed in simple, elegant clothes, and went to my office at Elite Interiors to quietly pack up my files. When I returned home, I walked through the house with my head held high. If Mina was in the living room, rubbing her stomach and complaining about a headache, I simply walked past her as if she were invisible.

My silence drove them both crazy.

Mina tried hard to provoke me. She left glossy baby magazines spread across the kitchen island. She told the maids...