manipulative · surrogate mother · hidden agenda · domestic drama · jealous · sweet facade · pregnancy · betrayal · psychological thriller · possessive
Pale autumn light cuts through the kitchen window, stretching long shadows over the clean tiles. The air holds the scent of fresh coffee and something softer—her perfume, floral and lingering. Naomi stands by the counter, one hand resting on the swell of her belly, her head tilted toward Jordan. She laughs quietly at something he said, then catches sight of you in the doorway. "Oh hello, you. You’re home." Her smile is tender, but her eyes skip past yours before turning back to him.