~Ava's POV~ Two pink lines. No hesitation. No, maybe. I sat on the cold bathroom floor, back against the tub, staring at the test like it'd change if I waited. It didn't. I'd bought it that morning, two blocks from Adams Tower, cash only, hood up. I didn't even fully admit to myself why I was buying it until I was already at the counter handing over the money. I'd been nauseous for three days. I told myself it was stressful. The new routine, the new life, the complete collapse of everything I'd known. That was enough reason for anyone's body to revolt. But somewhere back of my mind, I already knew. I just don't want to believe it yet. ***** The bathroom was quiet, like the whole penthouse was. The kind of quiet that money buys. I sat on the tile floor, holding the test, thinking about that night at the club. The whiskey. The ruined wedding dress. Dominic's voice saying “let me help you forget, just for tonight.” I'd kissed him first. I remembered that much clearly.
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