Ethan Junior's POV
I hated Mondays.
I cursed obscenities underneath my breath for the entire morning in my office.
Miscarriage. Won't be able to have another baby.
My cellphone rang for the umpteenth time and I saw it was her, I smashed it against the wall.
I had spent the rest of the weekend in my bedroom, moping around like a little b***h while everyone else was happy and satisfied with their lives.
I wouldn't be able to have another chance of fathering my children with the woman I was falling madly for.
Angry tears slipped out of my eyes, and I threw myself on the three-seat leather couch in the office.
A knock came on the door and someone walked in. I knew, just by the scent of the aroma, it was my brother. I pulled myself upwards and sat up.
"Didn't slept last night?" he aske
