CHAPTER ONE AVIA’S POV The call went straight to voicemail. Again. I stared at Tristan's name on the screen, thumb hovering over the call button. Seventeen missed calls. Twelve unread texts. Two days of silence. And still, no reply. My husband not being here right now was devastating. I should’ve known better than to hope. He never shows up when it matters especially not for me. “Let’s check the swelling,” the nurse said, crouching beside me. She pressed my ankle gently, and I hissed. My throat burned, but I kept quiet. She stood and walked over to the monitor, fingers clicking on the keyboard. Then she paused. Her brows creased. She glanced at me, then back at the screen. “Hmm…” “What is it?” I asked, suddenly alert. Her facial expression were just too suspicious. She hesitated, and then smiled too quickly. “Nothing serious,” she said. “Your hormone levels are just off. Could be stress. Has your cycle been regular lately?” I blinked. “My—what?” She turned slightly, her
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