Episode 14

The air in the grand hall crackled, not with the usual festive cheer of a baby shower, but with the palpable tension between two brothers. Eli stood his ground, his gaze locked with Bright’s, a silent battle waged before any words were spoken. Claire, her hand resting protectively on her swollen belly, watched them, a familiar knot of anxiety tightening in her chest. The scent of lilies and baby powder seemed to mock the storm brewing between the men who were meant to be family.

“I’m coming to the wedding, Bright,” Eli stated, his voice low but firm, each syllable a declaration of intent.

Bright’s jaw tightened, a muscle twitching betraying his carefully constructed calm. “No, you’re not.”