Faith's Pov
The air in the room felt thick, heavy with unspoken words and the ghosts of a past I desperately wished I could outrun. Astor stood before me, his gaze as sharp as ever, boring into me as if he could see straight through the carefully constructed wall I'd built around my heart.
"I want you gone, Faith," he said, his voice low and rough, like gravel. "More than anything, I want you out of my life."
The words landed like icy daggers, each one slicing deeper than the last. My breath hitched, a silent gasp caught in my throat. Gone. He wanted me gone.
But then came the cruelest twist of fate.
"That isn't going to happen," he continued, his eyes, those dark, familiar pools, flickered with something I couldn't quite decipher. "Because… you're the mother of my child."
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