Scarlett’s POV
The villa was quiet again. Too quiet.
I sat by the window, watching the sunlight spread across the hills. Miriam had set fresh tea by my side, but it had long gone cold. My hand drifted to my stomach out of instinct, even though I knew, empty, hollow, silent. No child. No heartbeat. Only me.
It was strange, the way grief and satisfaction could sit in the same body, wrestling each other. My baby was gone, and the ache of that truth was like a knife lodged beneath my ribs. And yet… David had paid. Jasmine had paid. To me, that was a kind of justice, however cruel. I hadn’t planned it to feel this way, but revenge was bitter and sweet all at once.
I whispered softly into the stillness, “I’m sorry, little one. But Mama won’t let him take anything else from us. Not ever again
