Chapter 27

**Chapter 27**

**Aria’s POV**

As the throng of people shifted, a familiar figure emerged from the crowd—Nathan.

My husband, my destroyer.

He was positioned behind Sophia, deftly maneuvering her wheelchair as if it were an ordinary task, as common as breathing. Her delicate leg peeked out from the stylish slit of her designer dress, a small bandage adorning her ankle. The doctors flitted around them like bees buzzing around their queen, all focused on her, all attentive to her needs.

“Nathan,” Sophia said softly, her voice imbued with a gentle timidity. “It’s just a scrape. If I weren’t pregnant, we wouldn’t need all this fuss.”

Her cheeks flushed a tender pink, and her eyes sparkled with a shy light. She gazed up at him as if he were the sun rising in her world.