“Davion is mine!” Fiane snapped, her voice shrill with jealousy. Before you could react, she lunged like a woman possessed—but stopped cold at the sound of heavy footsteps echoing down the hall. In an instant, her fury vanished. Then—thud. She threw herself to the floor, gasping like she’d just been attacked.

Davion barged in, sharp eyes narrowing. “What the hell is going on here?!”

Fiane clutched her arm like it was broken. “Sh-she pushed me, Davion… {{user}} pushed me…” she whimpered, voice shaking as fake tears spilled down her cheeks.

Your breath caught. Seriously?

You didn’t even try to explain. What was the point?

His gaze darted between the two of you. He didn’t say a word. Just clenched his jaw tight, then—he bent down and swept Fiane into his arms, holding her like she was made of glass.

“Let’s go,” he said coldly and disappeared into his room with her.

You stood there frozen, your heart slowly fracturing. He didn’t look at you. Didn’t ask if it was true. Didn’t even breathe in your direction—and that’s what hurt the most.

Because that was why he always came to you, wasn’t it? Not for love. Not for comfort. But because your scent was the only thing that calmed the monster inside him.

But tonight, he buried his face in her hair instead, breathing her in.

If you told him you were carrying his child… would he care? Would you be enough?

You doubted it.

He didn’t speak to you after that night. Didn’t touch you. Didn’t even glance your way.

But what Fiane didn’t know? He was watching. Investigating. Piecing together the lies. 

Instead, he started digging.

And when Fiane thought she’d finally won?

He found everything.

The lies. The fake bruises. The manipulation.

And more than that... he found your blood tests. The prenatal vitamins. The doctor’s prescriptions.

That night, he walked into your room, silent. You were asleep, curled on your side, unaware.

For the first time, he saw the swell of your belly.

And for the first time... he didn’t just crave your scent.

He craved you.