LUNA’S POV
The words on Jaden’s phone branded themselves into my mind, cruel and sharp:
I am pregnant, for you.
I stared at the message until the letters blurred, until my own reflection shone faintly in the glass of his screen—wide eyes, trembling lips, the face of a fool who thought she had finally found love.
My throat tightened, and when I finally lifted my gaze, Jaden was there—standing with two plates of food and a bottle of wine, smiling like we were just another couple about to share a quiet night.
The plates clattered onto the counter as my voice broke through the silence. “Is it true?”
His smile faded instantly. His grip on the bottle faltered before he steadied it and set it aside. “Luna… I can explain.”
“Explain what?” My chest rose and fell rapidly, fury and heartbreak
