Se connecterThe café Selene chose was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of place where conversations didn’t need to be loud to feel heavy. Soft music played somewhere in the background, blending into the low hum of distant voices, but none of it reached Aira. She noticed everything. The polished tables. The careful arrangement of space. The deliberate calm. It felt intentional. Selene had chosen this place for a reason. Aira spotted her immediately. Seated by the window, composed as always, one hand resting lightly on the table, the other wrapped around a cup she hadn’t touched. There was nothing dramatic about her posture, nothing outwardly provocative. And yet— There was something in the stillness that felt calculated. Aira walked toward her slowly, her expression neutral, her steps measured. Selene looked up as she approached. A faint smile touched her lips. “Aira.” It wasn’t warm. But it wasn’t cold either. Just… controlled. Aira took the seat opposite her witho
Morning came too quickly. Aira woke before the alarm, her eyes opening into a quiet that felt heavier than it should. For a moment, she didn’t move. She simply lay there, staring at the ceiling, her thoughts already awake long before her body had caught up. The night hadn’t given her rest. Only fragments of sleep, interrupted by memories that refused to stay buried—Lucien’s voice, the way his gaze had softened when he looked at Zayn, the quiet certainty in his tone when he said next time. It lingered. Unsettling in a way she couldn’t quite explain. With a quiet breath, she pushed herself up and moved through her routine, careful, almost deliberate, as though keeping everything controlled on the outside might quiet the noise in her head. It didn’t. The apartment felt still, but not peaceful. There was a kind of anticipation in the air, like something was waiting to happen. Or perhaps she was. The knock came just as she stepped out of the kitchen. Not loud. But
The room felt different after Lucien left. Quieter. But not lighter. Aira didn’t move immediately. She stood in the same spot, her hand still loosely holding Zayn’s, her gaze fixed on the door he had just walked through as if something in her was still catching up to what had just happened. Five minutes. That was all she had given him. And somehow— It felt like too much. “Mummy?” Zayn’s voice pulled her back. She blinked, looking down at him, forcing her expression to soften. “Hmm?” “Is he coming back?” The question was simple. Innocent. But it landed heavier than anything else had. Aira hesitated, just for a second. Because she didn’t know how to answer that anymore. Before, it had been easy. No. Now— Now she wasn’t sure. “He…” she started, then stopped, adjusting her tone. “We’ll see.” Zayn nodded slowly, as if accepting that answer for now, even if he didn’t fully understand it. Children rarely did. But they felt things. And today—
The lawyer’s office was colder than Aira expected. Not physically, but in the way everything inside it felt structured, measured, and unyielding. There was no room for emotion here. No space for hesitation. Just facts, rights, and decisions that could not be undone once made. Aira sat across from her attorney, her posture straight despite the quiet tension running through her. The file in front of them was already open, Lucien’s name printed clearly at the top. It made everything feel more real. “Legally, his claim is valid,” her lawyer said calmly. “If paternity is confirmed—and from what you’ve said, it will be—he has the right to be involved in the child’s life.” Aira’s fingers tightened slightly in her lap, but her expression didn’t change. “I’m not denying that,” she replied. And she wasn’t. That was the part that made this harder. Lucien wasn’t wrong. He just didn’t get to control how this happened. “I want boundaries,” she continued, her voice steady now
Aira felt it before it happened. It wasn’t something she could explain logically, nor something she could point to as proof. It was a quiet, persistent tension that had followed her since the last time she saw Lucien. A shift in the air. In his tone. In the way he had started looking at her—not like someone reaching out, but like someone closing in. Lucien Carter was not a man who lingered in uncertainty. He acted. And now— He had. The call came just after noon, when the day was still calm enough to pretend everything was under control. “Miss Bennett, we’ve received a legal notice addressed to you.” Aira stilled where she stood, her fingers tightening slightly around the edge of the table. For a second, she didn’t respond. She didn’t need to ask who it was from. She already knew. “From Lucien Carter,” the voice continued when she remained silent. Of course. Her chest tightened, but her expression didn’t change. She forced herself to breathe normally, to stay
Aira didn’t go home immediately. She drove without direction, her mind too crowded to settle on anything clear. The city moved around her in a blur of lights and distant sounds, but she barely registered any of it. Selene’s face lingered. Not the smile. Not the words. The hand. The way it had rested so naturally against her stomach, subtle but intentional. Pregnant. Aira tightened her grip on the steering wheel, her breath steady but shallow. It shouldn’t have mattered. Lucien had moved on. That was expected. Normal, even. But standing there, in that office again, seeing them in the same space—it had felt like







