After Ethan dropped the bombshell that my grandmother was behind my kidnapping, the entire room plunged into silence.
My brothers exchanged grim looks, their usual banter replaced by the sharp edge of determination. Without a word, they left the living room, no doubt to dig up every piece of dirt they could find on Alvina Alcove.
And there I was, stranded in the awkward aftermath with Ethan, who still stood in the middle of the room, a bouquet of roses in his hand.
He seemed out of place amidst the tension, like a scene from a romantic movie accidentally spliced into a thriller.
Ethan walked toward me slowly, his expression unreadable. "So… you're really not pregnant?" he asked, his voice soft but tinged with something I couldn't quite place.
Disappointment? Relief? Something else entirely? I swallowed hard, my cheeks heating with the memory of the ridiculous lie I'd told just hours ago.
