Pretending to be happy
The next morning, I forced myself to put on a cheerful face. I smiled and went through the motions, but inside, a storm of suspicion was brewing. I wanted to believe everything was fine, but the doubts kept creeping in, relentless and unsettling. The holiday announcement had shattered the peace, leaving chaos in its wake. I needed answers, but confronting her felt too risky. So, I masked my turmoil with a grin, pretending that nothing was wrong, even as my mind raced with questions.
Pretending To Be Happy
Discreetly looking for answers
Over breakfast, I tried to gather more information without raising any red flags. I made casual conversation, asking about her trip and the people she had seen. Each question was carefully chosen to dig a little deeper without making her suspicious. I was desperate to uncover any detail that could explain the pregnancy. My heart raced with anticipation as I waited for her responses, hoping for even the slightest crack in her story that could provide a clue.
Discreetly Looking For Answers
