Lila’s P.O.V.
The hospital hallway blurred around me as I sat on the cold tile floor, Shayla's small body pressed against mine, her tears soaking into my sweater. The nurse had hurried away after the chaos, muttering something about protocols, but I barely heard her. Ethan's words echoed in my head: "This is over." He'd said it like a death sentence, then turned and strode out, his footsteps fading down the corridor without a backward glance. Damien had left with Noah, the carrier swinging casually in his grip as if he were picking up groceries, not stealing my heart.
Stealing. That's what it felt like. But legally? The test results burned in my pocket—the folder the doctor had handed me as a courtesy. 99.98% Damien. Zero percent Ethan. The truth laid bare, silent no more.
I wiped Shayl
