The Cost of Castellano

The moment I told Grayson Castellano—Chicago’s underground king—about my pregnancy, his face went stone cold.
When I asked about our wedding, he deflected. Again.
So I went to my prenatal appointment alone. That’s where I found them. He and his ex, Amber.
Grayson’s face glowed with that unmistakable expectant-father radiance.
Then the nurse called my name.
I stepped out of the shadows. Our eyes met.
He froze, never expecting to see me there.
I walked over slowly, “Care to explain?”
His mouth opened, but no words came.
That’s when Amber raised her left hand, flashing the diamond on her ring finger.
“Oh, I forgot to introduce myself—I’m Mrs. Amber Castellano.”