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CHAPTER 44

Camille POV:

The silence in our bedroom pressed against me like a physical weight.

Nathan sat at his desk, hunched over a mountain of paperwork, his brow furrowed, jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscle jumping beneath his skin.

The lamplight cast long, harsh shadows across his face, making him look years older than he was.

My hand rested on my swollen belly, a wave of nausea washing over me.

It wasn’t just morning sickness this time.

It was a deeper unease, a growing knot of anxiety that tightened with every silent hour we spent under the same roof.

Ever since the Xing Enterprises mess, since his grand gesture of "sacrifice" as the news had dubbed it, a chasm had opened between us.

He was a ghost haunting our own home, his thoughts a million miles away, always circling back to Agatha.

He doesn't love me. He never really did.

The thought, sharp and painful, pricked at the fragile bubble of denial I'd been clinging to.

He had chosen me, hadn't he? He’d asked me to marry him
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