Nyx's Pov
The room felt like it was shrinking, every wall pressing in on me as Liam’s small face lingered in my vision. His eyes. His soft voice. The way he whispered “Mama.” It was etched into me, carved into my soul so deeply it hurt to breathe.
And then Kiera stepped forward. Her heels clicked against the polished floor, her smirk pulling at her lips like she had been waiting for this exact moment.
“Well, isn’t this something?” she said with a shake of her head. “You are standing here, clutching another man’s hand, while your son looks at you with those sad little eyes.” She tilted her head, feigning pity. “How could you, Nyx? How could you be such a bad mother? You abandoned him.”
Her words hit sharp, slicing through the fragile wall I had built inside myself. Rage boiled hot and
