WRITER’S POV
The sun crept in through the window, casting a warm glow across Audrey’s face. A week had passed since her last confrontation with Adam, and every day seemed to blur into the next in the quiet of the mansion.
She stretched, then placed her hand on her growing belly, feeling a mixture of anticipation and restlessness. She couldn't shake the need for something more—a purpose, a routine. Sitting idle wasn’t her style, not when she had spent years dedicating herself to medicine.
That morning, she approached Adam as he prepared for work. “I’m thinking I should start looking for a hospital, maybe something part-time,” she began, her tone gentle yet firm.
Adam raised an eyebrow, his gaze moving from her face to her stomach. “Audrey,” he said, sighing, “are you sure now is the r
