Chapter 0295

He raised an eyebrow. “Why not? I want our child to have the best of everything.”

“But-”

“No buts, Hannah. This is for our baby.”

Feeling vindictive, I decided to test him. I pointed to a ridiculously expensive, crystal–encrusted mobile.” Okay. I want that, then,” I said, certain he would refuse.

“Okay.” Without hesitation, Noah picked it up and added it to our overflowing cart. My jaw dropped.

“Noah, that thing costs more than most people’s monthly rent!”

He shrugged, seemingly unfazed. “If it’s what you want for our baby, we’ll get it.”

I stared at him, slack–jawed, trying to understand his motivation. Was this guilt? Manipulation? Or did he genuinely want to provide for our child?

the guilt gnawed at me until I couldn’t handle it anymore. “Wait,” I said, grabbing his arm. “I

eyes flashing

play games like that, Hannah. This is for our

muttered, feeling

we’re getting it. Our child deserves the best, and if you liked it enough to point

formulate a response anyway, Noah was

rang up our purchases and the tally climbed to an unfathomable amount, I realized that all of this–the expensive mobile, the mounds of clothes

both warmed and terrified

myself from softening too much, reminding myself that I couldn’t get too comfortable. I was still planning on divorcing Noah,

eye as he drove, noticing the tension in his shoulders, the way his hands gripped the steering wheel. When we arrived home, Noah carried all the bags inside, refusing

carry something.”

I’ve got it,” he said

not when he had just spent several grand on nursery supplies. So, I decided to head to my room to put my

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