ELLA'S POV
I really didn't know what to do.
One second, I was just Ella Kingsley, the woman on a mission, the one playing a dangerous game of revenge and control. And now?
Now, I was… pregnant.
Pregnant.
The word felt so foreign in my mind, like it belonged to someone else, some other woman who had planned for this, dreamed about it, wanted it. But that wasn't me. This wasn't part of the plan.
Yet, across from me, Jason was grinning like an idiot, tossing out ridiculous baby names every few minutes like this was the best news of his life.
How was he so damn happy about this?
I should be panicking. I should be furious. But for some reason, all I felt was… tired.
Tired of fighting him. Tired of pretending I didn't feel the shift between us.
Tired of trying to convince myself that I hated this marriage when, deep down, I wasn't sure anymore.
I couldn't even imagine getting rid of it. The thought made something twist uncomfortably in my chest.
