“Are you okay? You don’t look good,” Caitlynn commented the moment I got inside their massive bedroom.
I looked around and saw that everything is here. Well, I’m not really jealous of all of this. I am contented with what I have and that’s where genuine happiness comes.
I forced a smile before walking over to their four-poster bed, sitting by the edge. “I’m okay,” I told her. She’s already pregnant and is having contractions at eight months. I’m sure she doesn’t need additional stressors now.
She narrowed her eyes at me. “And yet, your face says otherwise,” she countered before sitting up from the bed. She looked at me with eyes telling me that she’s willing to listen.
Caitlynn’s always been kind. When I first met her at a party, Ambrose was all over her. He was protecting her from eve
