Under the medical reports was a yellowed piece of paper.
It was the first love letter Zachary had ever written to me.
Gently, I traced the elegant handwriting on the paper. He wasn’t the same man I had fallen in love with. Now, he only cared about Sienna.
Suddenly, Zachary burst into the room. He froze for a moment when he saw me crying. “Why are you crying?”
He came over and reached out to wipe my tears, but I ducked away from him.
“Evie, are you okay?” he asked, clearly dumbfounded.
I shook my head. “I’m fine. I was just thinking about what it would be like to have a child of my own.”
Zachary’s gaze fell onto the yellowed paper in my hands. He paused.
Suddenly panicked, I quickly pulled the paper away. “I found this while looking for something else just now.”
He gave me a skeptical look. “You’re pregnant. You shouldn’t be so negative all the time.”
“I’m fine. Don’t worry about me,” I insisted. “Why did you come back anyway?”
“I came to grab some clothes. I also wanted to ask you—do you want anything engraved on the baby bracelet?” he said.
I was taken aback. I hadn’t expected him to care about that.
“How about our initials?” he suggested.
I lowered my head, my gaze falling onto my stomach. A bitter ache welled up in me. “Whatever you like.”
It didn’t matter anyway.
After packing his clothes, Zachary looked at me again. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
Seeing this, a flicker of hope stirred in me. “If I said I wasn’t okay, would you stay?”
He smiled awkwardly. “Don’t be difficult, Evie. Sienna’s waiting. I don’t want her to worry.”
“I was kidding. Go ahead,” I told him.
