Pregnancy cravings

Alexander's car screeched to a halt in the driveway, and he barely took the time to kill the engine before stepping out. The worried expressions of the maids standing near the entrance only fueled the sinking feeling in his chest.

Without a word, he pushed past them and rushed inside, taking the stairs two at a time. He didn't want to believe it—didn't want to accept that Anna had truly left.

His heart pounded as he reached their bedroom door and pushed it open.

The room was eerily silent, and the sight that greeted him made his breath hitch. The once full closet now stood empty, the only remnants of her presence being a few stray hangers left behind. Her vanity table, usually cluttered with her belongings, was bare. The realization hit him like a punch to the gut.

"She's really gone," he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair in frustration.