Morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains in Lydia's bedroom, but its warmth did little to chase away the icy dread that gripped her heart. She sat on the edge of her bed, staring blankly at the floor. Cedric's words from the night before echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain: Evander is married.
She ran a hand through her tousled hair, the ache in her chest growing heavier with every passing moment. How could she not have known? How could Evander, the father of her child, have kept something like this hidden? Cedric wasn't the type to lie, but Lydia needed to hear the truth from Evander himself. She couldn't accept it until she did.
Her hands trembled as she reached for her phone on the nightstand. She hesitated, staring at the screen, then tossed it aside with a frustrated sigh. No calls, no texts. This isn't something I can handle over the phone.
