Elijah stood stiffly in the gym, exuding a mix of confidence and naivety as I shot him a withering glare. Unaware of the storm brewing within me, he didn’t know the secret my mother had kept—the heavy burden of her pregnancy. Anger simmered beneath the surface, filling me with resentment that made it hard to breathe.
I demanded Elijah leave, and he walked away, surprised. Earlier, I finished my workout at the gym, channeling my anger into the punching bag. After calming down, I showered and got dressed. When I returned downstairs, I heard Asher and Cole arguing in the sitting room.
I walked towards the doorway and their parents were also inside.
“The b***h kicked me off of the patio. She broke my arm. Why the hell aren’t any of you doing anything about her?” Cole yelled.
“Probably be
