TENSION

The next few days were peaceful on the surface, but beneath the quiet, Damien’s internal struggle deepened. He kept up appearances, spending time with Elena, ensuring her pregnancy went smoothly, but his mind was clouded with worry. The information about her lineage weighed heavily on him, and every day that passed without telling her the truth only increased the tension within him.

Elena, for her part, began to notice the change in Damien. He was still attentive, still loving, but there was a distance in his eyes, a heaviness in his movements. She had asked him several times if something was wrong, but each time he assured her everything was fine.

One evening, as they sat in their living room, the fire crackling softly in the hearth, Elena leaned into Damien’s side, resting her head on his chest. She could hear the steady beat of his heart, a sound that had always brought her comfort. But tonight, it felt different. There was a tension in the air that she couldn’t ignore anymore.

“Da