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Bittersweet Mornings

Author: Chri's Layla
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-11 03:19:11

That night, after Vincent yelled at me, I lay on my bed in the small guest room at Grandpa’s estate, staring blankly at the ceiling. The silence was heavy—too heavy. Every corner of the room seemed to echo his words, his voice, that sharp edge of disappointment that still lingered in my chest.

Thank God we hadn’t gone back to the main mansion yet. If we had, I wasn’t sure how I’d face him. The awkwardness between us now felt unbearable—like walking on glass, every breath a reminder of what had broken.

I turned on my side, staring at the dim light spilling through the curtains. My hand instinctively rested on my stomach, the faint curve that held my secret comfort.

“Babies,” I whispered softly, almost smiling through my exhaustion, “what do you think I should do? Your father probably hates me now.”

A small sigh escaped my lips. “Gosh, I’m pathetic,” I murmured, pressing my face into the pillow. “Always this weak, always breaking apart when I should be strong.”

Still, deep down, I wante
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