Hale Mansion
The dining hall glows with luxury. The table is perfectly set, polished silver glinting under the crystal chandeliers. Wine breathes in tall glasses, dishes steam with rich aromas, and servants stand in line with practiced grace.
Kyle's POV
A family dinner. Alexander Hale sits at the head of the table, my cold father-in-law, his eyes always sharp and unreadable. Beside him, Serena Hale wears her usual polite smile—the kind that never feels warm. My wife, Diana, sits beside me, her delicate hand resting on mine, while her older brother Daniel sips his wine calmly, the perfect son, the heir, the pride of the Hale family.
And Damien. Always the name that haunts me. How could this family erase him as if he never existed?
Diana breaks the silence, her voice bright. "Mom, Dad, I want to tell you something. A good news."
They glance at her. "What is it?" Serena asks, and even Alexander's expression softens a fraction.
Diana smiles and squeezes my hand. "I'm pregnant."
