Jeanne stood frozen, the words she had been holding all day now stuck in her throat, her heart heavier than before. Her fists clenched tightly at her sides as she fought to keep her emotions in check.
More than thirty years of marriage—and yet Gabriel remained the same. Cold. Distant. Unmoved by anything that mattered to her.
"I didn't call you back for some dinner surprise," she said tightly. Her eyes glistened, but she refused to let the tears fall. "I have something serious to tell you. Something about Denis."
At the mention of their son's name, Gabriel halted mid-step. His brow lifted, sharp with suspicion. "Denis?"
Jeanne nodded and steadied her breath, bracing herself for his reaction. "I went to see Tania—the actress. She is pregnant. With Denis's child."
Gabriel stiffened. "What?" he barked, as though the word had struck him like a blow. "Pregnant?"
