CHAPTER 90 He's Right

  Dana POV

  "Can you at least pretend to care, even if it's all just a charade?" I implored, desperation lacing each syllable as I searched his eyes for a glimmer of the love we once shared.

  "I cared about it from the depths of my soul," Bathel insisted, his words carrying a weight of sincerity that clashed with the hollow ache in my chest.

  "But I can't see it," I gasped, tears welling in my eyes as the chasm between us widened with each passing moment, a gaping void that threatened to swallow me whole.

  His response landed like a blow to the gut, the words searing into my already wounded heart. "I always feared this moment," he admitted, his voice heavy with the burden of his unspoken fears. "Ever since you told me about your infertility, Dana." The revelation hung between us like a shroud.