Chapter 12

Sean has an uncanny knack for selecting bags that suit my taste perfectly. He keeps my closet stocked with the newest designs, meticulously considering every detail. Upon learning of my cardiac issues, his concern for me intensified. Despite all this, he still allowed another woman to carry his child.

"Michelle, my mother phoned. She's invited us for dinner at the family home tomorrow," Sean said gently as he entered the kitchen, carrying a bowl of soup.

Aware that I had been out drinking the previous night, he had prepared a restorative soup for my hangover, wearing that familiar expression of worry he reserved just for me.

As he offered me the bowl, his eyes brimmed with affection. "It's been a while since we visited. I'll take you along tomorrow. It might help clear your mind."

I gazed at him, feeling overwhelmed by the situation.

"I'm not up for it tomorrow," I replied in a monotone voice, feeling numb.