LOGINCleo “Yeah,” I nodded, a heavy sigh escaping me. “I was just as shocked when I found out.” “Wait, did Xavier know that you and Damian were involved?” Dad asked, his expression growing serious with concern. “No.” I shook my head firmly. “Trust me, he had absolutely no idea.” “Oh, Cleo, honey. I’m so sorry,” Mom said, her eyes filling with empathy. “I know this must be so hard for you.” “It’s fine, Mom. It’s really not a big deal,” I said, trying to play it cool. The last thing I wanted was for my parents to pity me or feel sorry for me. “Not a big deal?” she repeated, her eyes widening in disbelief. “Cleo, you just found out that someone you loved for years kept such a huge secret from you, and now he’s suddenly engaged to a friend of yours. I think that is very much a big deal.” “Mom, it’s fine, really. What’s done is done, and I don’t want to keep dwelling on it.” She looked like she wanted to push the matter further, but thankfully, she didn’t. “Is that why you’re marrying
CleoThe walk to my parents’ office felt longer than usual. By the time I reached their door, my palms were slightly damp, and I found myself hesitating before knocking.“Come in,” Dad called from inside.I pushed the door open and stepped in.My parents were seated beside each other on the couch near the window. Neither of them looked particularly upset, but there was something about their expressions that made me uneasy.“Hi,” I greeted them, closing the door behind me.“Come and sit, darling,” Mom said, gesturing toward the chair opposite them.I walked over and sat down, placing my hands in my lap. Dad glanced at Mom before looking back at me. Mom, on the other hand, seemed unusually interested in the gold bracelet around her wrist.I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.“Okay, what’s going on?” I asked, trying to keep my tone light. “Is there a problem with the company?”“No, sweetheart,” Dad replied.“Then what is it?”He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees.“T
CleoThe rest of dinner went by quietly. When we were done eating, I helped Mom clear the table before we all moved to the living room.Dad and Xavier continued their conversation, while Mom occasionally asked me questions about the pregnancy and offered a few words of advice.Although my parents seemed to have accepted both the engagement and the pregnancy, I couldn’t help finding their reactions a little strange. I had expected more questions, perhaps even a little resistance, but neither of them seemed particularly interested in discussing the matter further.So, I decided not to dwell on it.After dinner, Xavier and I said our goodbyes, and we soon found ourselves on the road back to my apartment.I sat in the passenger seat, staring out of the window as the streetlights passed by, my mind wandering over everything that had happened that evening.“What’s on your mind?” Xavier asked, briefly glancing at me.“Nothing.”“You’ve been staring out of that window for the past ten minutes
Cleo“Pregnant?” Mom asked, her voice cracking with shock.“Yes,” I answered softly.The room fell completely silent. I kept looking back and forth between them, waiting for someone to say something—anything. But neither of them did. Mom looked as though she was struggling to put her thoughts into words, while Dad’s expression had become impossible to read.A loud, piercing beep from the kitchen suddenly shattered the heavy silence.“Oh, the chicken!” Mom gasped. “I’ll be right back.”She hurriedly stood from her seat and practically raced toward the kitchen.The living room fell right back into a suffocating quiet. Dad didn’t say a word. His intense gaze simply moved between Xavier and me, making the silence even more uncomfortable.“Cleo, come help me set the table,” Mom called from the dining room, cutting through the awkward silence.“I’m coming,” I called back loudly enough for her to hear me.I glanced between Xavier and Dad before offering Xavier a small, reassuring look. Then
CleoMy dad rose from his seat as we entered the living room, a welcoming smile spreading across his face.“Cleo, sweetheart.”I walked over and hugged him tightly. “Hi, Dad.”He kissed my forehead before turning his attention to the man standing beside me. “Xavier Voss.”“Good evening, Mr. Marsh.” Xavier stepped forward, confidently extending his hand. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”My dad shook his hand firmly. “The pleasure is mine. I’ve heard quite a lot about you.”“I hope it’s all been good.”He chuckled. “Mostly.”“David!” my mother scolded playfully from behind us. “Don’t scare the poor man before he’s even had dinner.”My dad laughed, finally releasing Xavier’s hand. My mom gestured toward the sofa. “Please, sit down. Dinner will be ready shortly.”Xavier waited for me to sit before taking the seat right beside me. As I lowered myself onto the cushions, I instinctively used my right hand to cover the large diamond ring on my left finger. Once I was settled, I casuall
CleoTurning off the hallway light, I made my way back to my bedroom and slipped beneath the covers. I tried desperately not to think about Xavier or the way he could make my heart flutter with just a single touch. I closed my eyes against the darkness and eventually drifted off to sleep.The next morning, I got up and went to work, doing my best to block out the events of the previous night.Xavier was incredibly attentive throughout the week. He called constantly to check up on me and stopped by my apartment a few times to drop off groceries and other basic necessities. Each time, I reminded myself that he was only doing it out of a sense of responsibility, not because he genuinely cared about me. On a brighter note, I hadn’t seen or heard from Damian since that night, which was a massive relief.Still, I spent the better part of the week completely consumed by the thought of Friday's dinner with my parents. The closer it got, the more nervous I became.On Friday morning, my mom sto







