Chapter Forty-Nine
The stillness in the house that night was suffocating. After Stefan’s words had lingered in the air like a heavy mist, I retreated to my room, my thoughts spinning in a whirlwind of confusion. I wasn’t sure whether to be furious or to give in to the strange pull I felt toward him.
I couldn’t deny that he was controlling. That was undeniable. But there was a part of me—one I refused to admit—where I was beginning to doubt myself. Did I really have control over anything anymore?
The baby. That one word echoed in my mind like a constant hum. It was the one thing that tied me to Stefan, the one thing that seemed to matter most to him. I had never imagined myself in this position, trapped between a man who believed he had control over my every move and the responsibility of carrying a child.
I placed my hand over my stomach, a sigh escaping my lips. The baby. The only thing that was mine. Or was it? It felt as though the lines between what was mine and what Stefan contro
