Chapter Thirteen
(Nia’s POV)
I woke up feeling tired.
For a few seconds, I didn’t know where I was.
Then I heard the traffic outside and remembered.
The apartment.
Gwen had found it for me two days ago, after I left the Blackwood Estate with one suitcase and an ultrasound picture tucked between my clothes.
I lay still beneath the blanket, one hand resting over my stomach.
The room was small. The furniture wasn’t mine. The walls were plain. Nothing smelled like the vanilla candle I’d once used to convince myself Adrian’s house could become a home.
But it was quiet.
I should’ve felt devastated.
Instead, I felt empty.
The lawyer I’d hired had sent the divorce papers to Adrian yesterday. Gwen had handled most of it because the moment I saw the word divorce, my vision blurred.
Not
