CINDY’S POV
Monica is pregnant with his baby?
The thought alone hit like a sledgehammer, pain exploding in my chest, ten times worse than anything I’d felt before.
My knees buckled, the world tilting under me.
I grabbed the doorframe, nails digging into the wood, the sharp sting grounding me as my legs threatened to give out.
This isn’t happening.
My heart pounded, a raw, jagged ache spreading through me like wildfire.
Tears burned my eyes, spilling hot and fast down my cheeks, blurring the pink balloons and fairy lights strung across the terrace.
After everything—the accident that took my legs, the marriage I poured my soul into, the years I gave him—this was how Henry repaid me?
A baby with his mistress?
My stomach churned, betrayal sinking in like poison, twisting my insides.
