ROOSEVELT’S POV

“I am pregnant for Zyran.”

The words hung in the air.

The room fell silent. The only sound was the ticking of the clock in the corner.

I stood frozen at the archway of the dining room. My mind couldn’t process what I just heard. I looked at Mina, proudly wearing a smile, and then I glanced at my husband.

Zyran stared at the paper in his trembling hands. His shoulders slumped and he looked like he couldn’t breathe.

"Zyran?" I whispered. My voice sounded small and lost in the big room. "What is she talking about?"

Zyran didn’t respond. He continued to gaze at the writing on...