My child wasn't even born yet, and he was already a spare part. A backup plan. And the man who designed that plan was his own father.
This baby, still inside me, would never receive his father's love. And he might lose his mother soon too.
He would be raised as a tool. The moment something went wrong with Elara or her son, they'd haul him in and carve out his heart.
A lifetime of suffering. And it would all be my doing. I was the one who brought this on him.
'What did I ever do to deserve meeting a man like Damian, a man without a conscience, back when I was still so naive and trusting? They must have laughed at me while they plotted behind my back. Laughed at how stupid I was, how blind. Did they spice up their great, earth-shattering love affair with stories about the fool at home?'
