Ava’s POV
The city lights of London twinkled like stars as I stepped into the hotel lobby, exhaustion tugging at my limbs after a long day of meetings and negotiations. I was grateful for the chance to catch my breath, if only for a night. Andrew stood beside me, his jaw set in a firm line that hinted at the tension simmering beneath the surface. I wanted to reach out and touch him, to break through the wall of frustration that seemed to have settled between us, but the air was thick with unspoken words.
After checking in, we made our way to our room. I fished my phone from my purse and dialed the nanny to check on Tristan. As I waited for her to pick up, I felt a gnawing worry in my stomach.
“Hello?” the nanny’s voice came through the line, bright and cheerful.
“Hi, it’s Ava. I just
