After Sofia's confession about her pregnancy and Adam's show of love, he didn't let her go right away. Instead, he kept her in his arms for a heartbeat longer, eyes locked on hers as if memorizing the moment. Slowly, carefully, he set her down, but not once did he look away.
The room had gone still, as if the entire party had been holding its breath. Chandeliers glittered overhead, champagne glasses frozen midair, every guest fixated on the sight before them. Sofia felt the heat of their stares, the rustle of hushed whispers spreading like wildfire across the marble hall—but Adam didn't flinch. He only reached for her hand, lacing his fingers through hers with absolute certainty.
"You made me so happy, my love," he said, his voice low but carrying enough to be heard by more than just her. The words weren't just a declaration—they were a claim. Sofia's chest tightened with warmth as the endearment slipped from his lips again, no hesitation, no restraint.
