Chapter 49

Nathaniel

I drive to San Francisco, gripping the steering wheel tightly, replaying the chaotic scene at Megra's house over and over in my mind. The memory of my fist connecting with Conor's face, the unintentional hit that sent Megra to the floor, haunts me. The terror in her eyes as she hit the ground is seared into my memory, her pained expression twisting my gut with shame. Then Liza's panicked voice cuts through the haze, asking if the baby was okay. My heart had nearly stopped.

Megra, carrying a child. A child I believed to be mine. The shock and overwhelming mix of emotions washed over me. The moment she confessed it was Conor's baby, doubt gnawed at my mind. Could it be true? Could she really have moved on so quickly? No,I know it cannot be true. I know her. Just the idea that Megra can be pregnant with another man's child fills me with a fury I can barely contain, but beneath the anger is doubt. What if she was lying? What if the child was mine?

I feel helpless, trapped in a l