Isabella’s PovI opened the door with shaking hands. Ethan stood there under the porch light, looking just as tired as he had in the news clips. His eyes met mine first, soft and full of something I couldn’t quite read. Then Damien’s footsteps reached us, and the air changed in an instant.“Ethan,” Damien said, his voice low and sharp. He stepped beside me, one hand resting protectively on my lower back. “You shouldn’t be here.”Ethan didn’t flinch. He looked straight at Damien, shoulders squared. “I’m not here to cause trouble. I just want to talk to Isabella. About our child.”Our child. The words hit me hard. I stood between them in the entrance hall, heart pounding. The two men who had turned my life upside down were finally face to face. Damien’s jaw tightened. Ethan’s hands curled into fists at his sides. The security guard hovered awkwardly behind us, unsure what to do.Damien spoke first. “She’s my wife. This is my home. You don’t get to show up unannounced and demand anything
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