The Weight of Guilt
I woke up screaming.
In my dream, Chase had been standing at the foot of the bed, his blue eyes filled with pain. He watched everything. He saw Kylian on top of me, thrusting hard, my legs wrapped around his waist. He heard me moaning Kylian’s name. He saw the sparkles glowing between our bodies. Chase’s face was full of betrayal and heartbreak. He kept whispering, “How could you, Rachel? You’re carrying my child.”
I sat up in bed, breathing fast. My face was wet with tears. The room was dark and silent, but the nightmare felt so real. My heart was pounding like it wanted to break out of my chest.
“Chase…” I whispered, my voice shaking. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
I pulled my knees to my chest and cried. The guilt was heavier tonight than ever before. How could I le
