into a breathless monologue about her day, her glowing prenatal yoga class, and Ethan's thoughtful planning for the nursery.

ng to be so cozy." She glanced back at me, a smug smile on her face. "You know, Alize, Ethan is just over the m

hey kept flicking up to the rearview mirror, catching my gaze in unsettling flashes. His b

ow." She waved a dismissive hand. "It must be hard to start over. But don't worry, there are so many options these days for women who want to get back on trac

r exactly what kind of "fertility clinic" I was

ow, her smile brimming with false concern. "I mean, it's pouring out there. And

knew my old address, the one where we lived before I became a g

ce steady, though my stomach did a li

She glanced at Ethan, who had suddenly stiffene

naire? Alize, are you sure? That's, like, the most exclusive residential area in the city." Her eyes scanned my simple dress, my plain demeanor, her expression a mix o

ite on the steering wheel, his eyes st

letting the words sink in. "I guess I just prefer to keep a low profile these days. You know, after all the... drama

d, her perfect facade crumbling. Ethan's head snapped forward, his eyes glued to th

a furious intensity, his eyes darting between the road and my reflection. The opulent car, once a

olently. The nausea, which I had attributed to stress, now fel

ng my stomach. "I think I'm going to be sick." I didn't hav

ed down, letting in a blast of cold, wet air. The sudden

distracted, swerved violently. The tires screeched, and the sed

the empty space where a baby once grew. It was a pri

ately springing to her eyes. "Ethan! My arm! Th

e and disbelieving. He saw my hands, pressed protectively a

you... are you pregnant again?" He stared at me, his eyes burning with a s

womb. A cold fury, sharp and precise, pierced through the fog of my nausea. I slow

te a lot, didn't you?" I took a deep, steadying breath, my voice clear and firm. "Yes, I am married. And I ha