A week had passed since the chaos and media frenzy surrounding Ever's pregnancy, Allesandro's confession, and the drama with Nathaniel.
It wasn't long before the doorbell rang again. Ever, still cradling Eandro in her arms, raised an eyebrow, wondering who it could be. A soft knock echoed through the house, and before she could even respond, the door swung open. Madam Wales, Allesandro's mother, strutted in with a dramatic flair, her heels clicking against the floor.
"Ever Miller," she started coldly, her eyes narrowing. "I should have known better. You've been playing this game with my son all along."
Ever frowned, unsure of where this was heading. She shifted Eandro slightly, instinctively protecting her baby from the confrontation that was already brewing.
"Madam Wales, what are you talking about?" Ever asked cautiously, her voice steady but laced with confusion. "What game?"
