As Kaitlyn settled onto the examination bed for her second ultrasound, Dr. Guillian covered her lower body with a blanket and lifted her dress slightly to prepare. Unbeknownst to him, Kyle, for reasons he couldn't quite explain, felt a sudden twinge of irritation.Dr. Guillian, oblivious to Kyle's discomfort, attempted to lighten the mood. "Alright, Kaitlyn, just a bit of cold gel on your tummy for the ultrasound. Ready?"Kaitlyn nodded, and as the doctor began applying the cold gel, he engaged in conversation to distract from any potential discomfort."You know, the second time seeing your baby on the ultrasound is still special. Each glimpse reveals a bit more about their little world."Kyle, trying to shake off the unexplained irritation, forced a smile and replied, "Yeah, I bet. It's just amazing how technology allows us to witness these moments.""Kaitlyn, you've reached the second trimester, and I must say, your baby is developing exceptionally well. Surprisingly, for this ear

Dean, after witnessing Kaitlyn react with fear to the sound of his voice, retreated to his condominium, a storm of emotions raging within.Firstly, he grappled with the burning question of who that man was beside Kaitlyn, a surge of jealousy and curiosity intertwining.Secondly, the mystery deepened as he sought to understand why Kaitlyn chose to escape their encounter, leaving him with unanswered questions.Thirdly, a sharp, stabbing pain gripped his chest as the unsettling realization dawned that Kaitlyn might be intimately connected with the enigmatic man.In a burst of frustration, he emitted a guttural groan, finding a momentary escape in a sip of whiskey. Simultaneously, he loosened his tie, as if physically releasing the tension within.Yet, amidst the chaos, Dean couldn't turn a blind eye to the profound changes in his ex-wife. A smirk played on his lips as he admired Kaitlyn's newfound allure, her pregnant belly silently narrating the intimate history they once shared.The si

Kaitlyn, fueled by a mix of disgust and frustration, pushed Dean away, wiping her lips as if his kiss had insulted her."Are you in love with that guy?" Dean angrily asked, referring to Kyle.Kaitlyn, cautious with her words, kept silent and looked away."What's it to you?" she responded faintly, a hint of stubbornness in her voice."Ha! Well, because that guy is obviously in love with you! The audacity to desire my woman?!" Dean scoffed, pacing in frustration.Kaitlyn shot him a hateful glare, the intensity of her emotions palpable."What?" he asked."Why won't you just go back to your lover and leave me alone?! I have a life I want to live! I have someone I want to love! So just marry Jane! Isn't that what you wanted?? Why do you have... Why do you have to come here and mess up my life again?!" Kaitlyn cried out helplessly.As she lashed out with those words, Dean erupted in anger, forcefully grabbing her arm and pulling her close."You are not to love anyone but me! Love only me, K

The soothing sounds of sea waves filled Kaitlyn's room, creating a peaceful atmosphere untouched even by the glint of morning rays through her window.And yet, she giggled as soon as she felt her little one kick inside her."So energetic, aren't you, my love?" she asked, rubbing circles on her tummy with her eyes still closed."My son's kicking already?"A voice suddenly echoed in the quiet room, making Kaitlyn gasp as she shot up, completely awake. And as soon as her eyes were fully open, she caught a glimpse of Dean sitting on her bed as if it were his own."Dean?! What are you doing here? H-how did you get in?" Kaitlyn nervously asked, scanning the room for a possible entrance. She couldn't find any but the door, which was the only way into her room."I have my ways, love," he defensively answered.He suddenly reached out to Kaitlyn's pregnant belly, making her flinch and back away, preventing him from touching her."Please, let me," Dean pleaded.Kaitlyn, still hesitant, pulled do

In the wake of Kaitlyn's departure, he found himself immersed in a sea of emotions, struggling to comprehend why she chose someone else despite his profound love. Days became a monotonous routine, spent in solitude while he questioned the turning points that led to the unraveling of their relationship.His thoughts echoed the sentiments of a person who longed for a tangible reason to anchor his heartbreak. The internal conflict manifested in a desire for a clear wrongdoing, a betrayal that would make the process of moving on less complex. Yet, the reality remained that she did nothing wrong; she simply chose a different path.As the days turned into nights, he found himself immersed in fantasies that painted her as the antagonist in his narrative. In these fleeting dreams, the pain seemed more bearable, as if casting her as the villain would somehow alleviate the ache of loss. Yet, the waking hours brought him back to the stark reality-she was the best he had, and the path to healing