Kieran scoffed. “Or I just stay the husband. How many times did I sleep with her and she didn’t even notice?”
A pause. Then Julian snapped, furious. “Kieran, I told you not to touch her. If Mira finds out, I’m done for.”
“She never noticed the difference anyway,” Kieran said lazily. “She doesn’t even know you have a twin.”
That was the moment everything shattered.
The line went dead.
My phone slipped from my hand and hit the floor, but I didn’t move. I couldn’t. The room felt too quiet, too far away. The pregnancy report bent and twisted in my fist. My chest tightened until breathing hurt.
Not now… please, not now.
My body reacted before my mind could catch up—panic crashing in waves, vision shaking, air thinning. I stumbled toward the drawer, grabbing my anxiety pills with trembling hands.
Just breathe. Just breathe.
I poured a few into my palm and swallowed them quickly. Then more.
But the moment they went down, something was wrong.
It burned.
Sharp. Wrong. Like fire sliding down my throat.
I choked, grabbing the counter. My stomach twisted violently. The room tilted.
“What…?” I gasped.