Elias pov The loft still buzzed with congratulations. I couldn't hear any of it—just the rush of blood in my ears, the hollow thump of my heart against my ribs.Camille's hand found mine. Squeezed. "Darling, the guests are watching."I let her lead me through the crowd. Faces blurred past—my mother's tears, my father's proud nod, Julien's frozen expression. Mira stood where I'd left her, champagne glass shattered at her feet, her dark eyes fixed on Camille's stomach.I couldn't look at her.The elevator doors closed. We descended in silence, Camille's hand still wrapped around mine, her grip firm and possessive. The lobby of the loft building stretched before us, marble floors and a single chandelier casting cold light."Camille." My voice was gravel. "Stop."She released my hand. Turned to face me, her smile patient, expectant."How?" The word came out raw. "How are you pregnant? I haven't touched you. Not once. Not in months.""Touch is not the only way to make a child, Elias." Her
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