I was back where it all started, trapped in the same mansion with the man who broke me and still made my heart race.
I stood in the familiar bedroom, hand resting on my growing belly, staring at the same walls that had witnessed so much pain. “This isn’t home,” I whispered to my baby. “Not yet. Maybe not ever.”
Dylan appeared in the doorway, watching me with those intense gray eyes. “The doctor will be here in an hour for a checkup. I’ve arranged the best specialist.”
I turned slowly, arms crossed. “I don’t need your doctors or your arrangements. I was doing fine on my own.”
He stepped inside, closing the distance between us. “You’re carrying my child. You’ll have the best care whether you like it or not. Daily check-ins. Security everywhere. No more running.”
I laughed bitterly. “So
