Chapter 112.

Jim's POV

I should be in America by Saturday but the news Harry delivered to me has been too much to handle.

I decide to move my flight to the next day and take charge of every situation that’s happening.

I stare at the plane, that’s meant to be my ticket home.

The flight is long and uncomfortable, the turbulence reflecting the storm raging inside him.

I have just been away for a few days, hoping to come back and be welcomed in Anastasia’s arms.

But it’s quite the opposite.

The news of Anastasia's pregnancy looms over me, like an ominous cloud. It is not something that I ever planned for or wanted, and it gnaws at me like a persistent itch.

The flight lands and I call Harry to come pick me up from the airport.

I appreciate his silence as he carries my bag and places it into the car.

“Take me to Anastasia’s” I say, breaking the thick silence.

“But-

“You don’t have a say Harry, take me there” I say, becoming furious.

He silently drives me to the house and I appreciate the well deserved