I didn’t sleep that night.
I lay awake in Damian’s guest room, staring at the ceiling while my hand rested protectively over my stomach. Every breath felt different now, heavier, more meaningful. There was a life inside me. My child. William’s child.
The irony almost made me laugh.
The man who couldn’t see me.
The man who chose Selena over and over again.
The man who dragged me to a doctor like I was nothing more than spare parts for his mistress.
And yet… fate had tied us together in the cruelest way possible.
A baby.
Morning light crept into the room, soft and pale. I sat up slowly, nausea rolling through me again. I pressed my lips together and breathed through it, refusing to panic.
“You have to be strong,” I whispered to myself. “For the baby.”
A knock came at the door.
“An
