Olivia
The tension in the room was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. Cade’s arms were wrapped tightly around Layla, but even from where I stood, I could see her body stiffening in his embrace.
“Layla, are you alright?” he asked, his voice a mixture of genuine concern and defensiveness.
“Do I look alright to you?” Layla finally snapped, shoving his arms away. “You’ve been distant, refusing to even help me with our—no, my son. I feel so alone.”
I glanced at Nathan, whose eyes were narrowed. He was clearly upset but holding it in, like a simmering pot on the verge of boiling over.
“You feel alone?” Cade retorted, his voice rising. “How do you think I felt finding out that the child I thought was mine is actually Nathan’s? It feels like you lied to me.”
“Lied to you?” Layla
