Maxine's POV
The days in the hospital dragged on. I was healing physically, but the emotional wounds were far deeper and more painful. Losing the baby felt like losing a part of myself, and it took everything in me to keep moving forward. Elena was my rock, always by my side, helping me through each painful step of recovery.
When I was finally discharged, I felt a strange mix of relief and anxiety. I knew I couldn't stay in the hospital forever, but the thought of returning to Liam's mansion gave me goosebumps. To my surprise, when I arrived, I was led to a different room—a proper bedroom, not the cold cell I had been limited to before.
I stared at the room in disbelief. It was simple but clean and comfortable. There was a bed with soft sheets, a small wardrobe, a desk, and even a windo
