When Nathaniel reached the dining hall entrance, he found Samantha alone at the spot where they served drinks. She was still holding a glass of lemonade to her lips, but she did not drink at all. Her face was pale, her eyes red, but she stubbornly forced those tears back. A few guests glanced at her as they passed, curious, before quickly moving away. Nathaniel's chest tightened as he walked over, his voice hoarser than he realized. "Sam." Samantha's shoulders trembled at the sound of his voice, but she did not turn around. Nathaniel stepped in front of her and reached for her glass. But when his fingers touched the glass, Samantha had already pulled her hand away as if something burnt her. The glass fell and shattered, and lemonade spread across the floor. The shards caught the light, refracting them all around. "Sam..." Nathaniel reached for her, but Samantha simply stepped back avoiding his touch. Her refusal hurt more than any accusation. "Katarina… She says she's pregn
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