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Chapter 57: The Cracks in a Perfect Father

Auteur: Comfort Udoh
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Adrian’s POV

The baby’s cries echoed through the halls again that morning, sharp and shrill, slicing through the quiet like glass.

I used to hate noise in this house. I built my life around silence—control, precision, peace. But lately, the sound of crying felt like the rhythm of my days. Every wail reminded me of what I was supposed to be: a husband, a father, a protector.

At least, that was what Vanessa wanted me to be.

She stood in the nursery, rocking the baby with the careful gentleness of a mother who wanted to be watched. Her hair was tied back neatly, her nightgown spotless, her movements graceful. To anyone else, she looked perfect.

But I had built my empire by noticing the smallest flaws.

And lately, I saw too many.

When she smiled at the baby, it didn’t reach her eyes. When she kissed him, her hands trembled slightly. And when she thought I wasn’t looking, she would stare into space like she was somewhere else entirely.

The first few days after the birth, I had been blind.
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