Almost a week had passed since that awkward, conversation...our defining conversation—and living in this compound was slowly draining the life out of me. The days blurred together and other than the maids, the house felt empty....Like a museum everyone had abandoned except me.
Vincent usually left before dawn and returned long after midnight. I hardly ever saw him. And even if I did… we didn't even talk?
This wasn't the life I wanted for myself.
Tonight, though, I'd forced myself to stay awake and wait for him. I had some things that I needed to tell him.
The first terrified me.
For the last two days, I'd been nauseous. The smell of anything cooking made my stomach flip violently and if Iwas not wrong, those were early signs of pregnancy. Part of me tried to dismiss it, but… every sign pointed to the same thing.
I think I was pregnant.
And the thought made my chest tighten with fear.
