Delilah's pov
The next morning, I moved into his mansion. It was cold. Big. Silent. Guards stood at every corner. Cameras watched every move. I had my own room, but it felt like a cage.
Every wall whispered the same thing: You are not welcome here.
I tried to stay out of his way. I only came out for meals and short walks in the garden. The staff didn’t speak much. Everyone seemed to avoid eye contact.
One night, I stood in front of the mirror, looking at my reflection. My cheeks were thinner. My eyes, tired. I placed a hand over my belly. The baby kicked, and I smiled a little.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I’m trying.”
But nights were hard. I couldn’t sleep. I kept thinking of how Ethan used to look at me before everything crashed. The way he touched me. Kissed me. Pulled me close lik
