Xi Yuan absorbed the man's question in solemn silence, his jaw tightening as he leaned back, his head tilting upward, eyes closing briefly. The thought of delivering such devastating news to his wife felt like a dagger to his chest.
No one—not even her fiercely protective brothers—truly understood the depth of her yearning to become a mother. She had dreamt of it ever since they'd gotten engaged, of him pampering her through the rollercoaster of cravings and mood swings, of him running purposefully around their house to fulfill her whims.
But it wasn't just about motherhood; it was about a part of her heart he had lovingly, carefully healed.
When they'd met, when he'd confessed his feelings to her, back in New York, she was a person who'd convinced herself that a family of her own was a luxury she wasn't destined for.
