His presence filled the space without a single word, his gaze cold and unwavering as it settled on Sebastian. There was no need for threats. No need for raised voices. The message was clear. You are standing in my home. You are speaking to my wife. Choose your next words carefully.
Amara didn't look back at him. She didn't need to.
"You don't get it, Sebastian," she said quietly, her voice no longer sharp but steady, grounded in something far stronger than anger.
"You don't get to walk back into my life when it's convenient for you and call it care." Her fingers curled slightly over her stomach.
"This child…" she continued, her voice softening just a fraction, "…will not grow up confused about where they belong. About who shows up. About who stays." Her eyes lifted back to his
