Arthur's POV
The moonlight spilled through the curtains as I stepped into Ava's room. She lay on the bed, her face pale.
Her eyes were fixed on the ceiling, it was clear she was lost in thought.
“Ava,” I called softly, walking closer to her.
Her head turned towards me, her lips pressing into a thin line. “Arthur,” she whispered.
I walked closer, standing at the foot of her bed, my arms crossed on my chest. “Do you understand the severity of what happened today?”
She sat up, wincing slightly. “I do, but—”
“No,” I interrupted, my voice hard. “You don’t. You endangered yourself and our child. Do you have any idea what could have happened if Elizabeth hadn’t intervened? You could’ve been killed!”
She gripped the sheets tightly, her jaw tightening. “I didn’t plan for this to happen, Arthur. I went to the hospital with Amelia, and…”
“And nothing,” I snapped, cutting her off. “From this moment on, you are under house arrest. You will not leave this room unless I allow it. No one enters
