Emily’s POV
The moment the door shut behind my father and Wilson, a chill swept through me. Their voices still echoed in my ears like a curse I couldn’t escape.
"We’re going to the hospital to remove the pregnancy."
I sat frozen on the edge of the bed, my hands trembling in my lap. The faint golden light from the chandelier flickered above, casting warped shadows across the marble floors. This palace was supposed to be my refuge. Instead, it had become a gilded cage.
How could my own father — after all I had endured — decide that erasing my child was the solution?
I slowly pressed a hand against my lower abdomen, feeling the tiny swell that had only recently begun to form.
No.
I wouldn’t let them take this child from me. This baby — mine and Damien’s — was not a mistake. It was my s
