ROOSEVELT’S POV

For the first three days, my rules worked perfectly.

Mina stayed in the small bedroom at the end of the east wing. Zyran kept his promise, he ignored her completely, he spent every evening with me, holding me, kissing me, and trying to rebuild the trust that had been lost.

I started to believe we would actually survive this. I started to believe that his love for me was stronger than his duty to the child growing inside her.

It was Thursday morning.

I walked downstairs to the kitchen to make a cup of ginger tea. My morning sickness was getting worse, and the ginger was the only...