ELENA’S POV
The door clicked shut, the sound echoing in the quiet room. London’s voice, steady yet laced with something deeper, lingered in my mind.
"Could you ever give love a second chance?"
It wasn’t just the question—it was his eyes. Soft, searching, almost pleading. As if my answer meant more than words. As if it would define something for him. Why did he care so much?
I leaned back, the worn couch creaking beneath me, and pressed a hand to my stomach. The faint curve there had become my anchor—my child, my reason. Love belonged to another life, a version of me that no longer existed.
I closed my eyes. Aiden’s betrayal still cut through me like a jagged knife. The promises he broke, the lies he told—they had built a wall around my heart, high and impenetrable. And London, kind as
