Chapter 254

The night was soaked in inky darkness when a sudden downpour hit, making the end-of-winter chill even more biting. Megan heard that Tristan was on his way back, and she couldn't sit still. Wrapped tightly in her coat, she waited by the door, her heart pounding with anxiety. Tonight's events made one thing painfully clear—Tristan was walking a razor's edge. One misstep and he'd go straight off the cliff. She was pregnant now, couldn't offer much help, and the best thing she could do was stay safe and not become a burden. Pulling her coat tighter around her, she rubbed her frozen, red-tipped fingers and blew warm breath into her palms. The night felt heavier by the second, but she waited anyway—because she knew, deep down, that the man she loved was fighting his way back to her. Didn't matter how cold or how long, she'd wait for him. Suddenly, a sharp beam of headlights cut through the darkness and reflected in her eyes. A black car rolled toward her, slow but steady. It stopped right be