Rose’s POV
The air felt like it had been sucked out of the room after Jack’s words left his lips. My child? I barely registered the producer walking onto the set, apologizing about a microphone issue that needed fixing. My head spun. How much did he know?
I glanced at Jack, whose gaze bore into me like he could read my every thought. My heart pounded as I tried to compose myself, but it was impossible. My hands trembled, and I gripped my notecards tighter, hoping the crew didn’t notice.
“We need about five minutes to adjust the equipment,” the producer announced.
Five minutes. Enough time for Jack to tear my world apart.
I forced myself to move, signaling to Jack to follow me. He hesitated for a moment, but curiosity—or maybe something else—sparked in his eyes, and he rose from his ch
