Nyla stood in the hallway, heart beating fast.
“Where were you?” she asked.
Terrence didn’t even take off his shoes.
“I’m done hiding,” he said.
Nyla’s throat tightened. “Hiding what?”
Terrence stepped aside.
And that’s when Nyla saw her.
A woman walked in like she belonged there.
Her name was Sabrina Wells—a slim, flashy woman with loud nails and louder energy, the type who smiled like she was already winning.
Sabrina looked Nyla up and down, then smirked.
Terrence lifted his chin like a man about to announce good news.
“Sabrina’s pregnant,” he said.
Nyla felt the room spin.
“What?” she whispered.
Terrence’s voice got colder, like he enjoyed her shock.
“You heard me. She’s pregnant. So clearly, the problem was never me.”
Nyla’s eyes filled instantly.
And before she could even speak, Ivonne stormed in behind them.
Because of course she was there.
Of course this was planned.
