Hazel's POV
Isabella's eyes fixed on me, shimmering with tears that appeared on command. Every customer in the café turned to watch the spectacle unfold.
"Please," Isabella whimpered, her voice carrying across the restaurant. "You have to understand. I'm pregnant with his child."
My hands trembled against the table. Stella shot me a concerned glance.
"Isabella," I said quietly, "this isn't the place for this conversation."
She dropped to her knees beside my chair, her designer dress pooling around her. The dramatic gesture drew gasps from nearby tables.
"I'm begging you," she cried, grabbing my hand. "For my baby's sake. Just leave him alone."
I pulled my hand away. "Get up. You're making a scene."
"That's all you care about, isn't it?" Her voice shifted from pleading to accusatory. "Your reputation. While you're destroying my family!"
Stella stood. "That's enough, Isabella."
