INICIAR SESIÓNFighting for Life
Nadia's POV
My world narrowed to white sheets and worried faces. Bed rest, the healers said firmly, as though my body hadn't already made that decision for me. Every movement sent sharp pains through my abdomen. Every breath felt like lifting mountains. The baby inside me was strong—too strong—her power pressing against organs not designed to contain something so fierce.
Dylan hovered at my bedside constantly, his face drawn and pale. He barely slept, ate like someone being forced to, and watched me like I might disappear if he blinked.
"I need you to leave," I said finally, after three days of his constant presence. "Just for an hour. Go walk, breathe fresh air, remember what sunlight looks like."
"I'm not leaving you alone."
"I'm not alone. Luna's here. The healers check on me every thirty minutes. Dylan, please. I can't breathe with y
Dylan's POVThe separation papers arrived in a plain manila envelope. I stared at them for an hour before I could make myself open them. When I finally did, the words blurred together but the meaning was crystal clear. Nadia meant it. She was actually ending our bond.I sat on the floor of my empty apartment with the papers spread around me like evidence of my failure. This was real. My marriage was over. The woman I loved more than breathing had decided she was better off without me and I had no one to blame but myself.James found me there three hours later. He took one look at the papers and the empty whiskey bottle and shook his head. "You need to fight for her.""She does not want me to fight. She wants me to let her go." My voice sounded dead even to my own ears."Since when do you give up?""Since I destroyed the best thing that ever happened to me." I
Nadia's POVThree days after the paternity results. Three days of crying until I had no tears left. Three days of the kids asking where Daddy was and why Mommy looked so sad all the time.I told them Daddy was working. Another lie. The lies were piling up so high I could barely see over them anymore. Elena watched me with those knowing eyes that saw too much and Aiden clung to my legs like he could sense the world shifting beneath our feet. I held them close and tried to be strong but inside I was crumbling into dust.Luna helped but even she could not fix this. She came over every day with food I could not eat and comfort I could not accept. "Give yourself time to grieve," she said while I stared at the wall. "Your marriage is over. That is worth grieving.""I thought we would make it. Even after everything, I thought we would find our way back to each other." My voice sounded weak and far away like
Dylan's POVTwo weeks. The paternity test would take two agonizing weeks and I felt like I was dying slowly with each passing day. Every morning I woke up hoping this nightmare would be over and every night I went to bed knowing it was just beginning.Nadia would not see me. She would not talk to me except about the kids and even then her voice was cold and distant and completely done. She spoke to me like I was a stranger, like we had not built a life together, like I had not once been the center of her world. The mate bond stretched thin between us, a constant ache in my chest that reminded me of what I had destroyed.I tried everything. I sent flowers and she threw them away. I wrote letters and she returned them unopened. I showed up at the house and she told me to leave through a locked door. My own home had become enemy territory and I was the invader who had brought war to our doorstep.Cassan
Nadia's POVI had not slept. My eyes burned and my head throbbed but sleep would not come no matter how tightly I closed my eyes. I spent the entire night crying and raging and breaking dishes in the kitchen because if I did not break something, I would break apart completely. The sound of shattering ceramic felt like the only honest thing in my life.Elena woke up asking about her father and I told her he had to work. The lie tasted bitter on my tongue but what was I supposed to say? That Daddy might have another baby with another woman? That our family was falling apart again just when we thought we could fix it?Luna arrived at dawn with coffee and sympathy. She took one look at my face and pulled me into her arms without saying a word. I collapsed against her and sobbed until there was nothing left inside me but hollow exhaustion."Tell me everything," Luna said when I finally pulled away.
Dylan's POVI chased after Nadia but she was already gone by the time I reached the restaurant parking lot. The night air was cold against my face and my heart pounded so hard I thought it might break through my ribs. I stood there alone under the streetlights and felt my entire world crumbling around me for the second time in six months.I turned and walked back into the restaurant where Cassandra still stood. The other diners pretended not to stare but I could feel their eyes on us. The fury that rose inside me was hot and dangerous and my wolf pressed against my skin, demanding answers."What the hell are you doing?" I grabbed Cassandra's arm and pulled her outside away from the audience. "You were supposed to leave!""I was leaving." Her voice was calm but her hands shook. "Then I found out I'm pregnant. What was I supposed to do? Not tell you?""We didn't sleep together! I w
Nadia's POVTwo weeks had passed since the Summit. Dylan had been the perfect gentleman during every single day of those fourteen days. Flowers appeared on my porch every morning without fail. White roses, yellow tulips, purple irises, each bouquet more thoughtful than the last. He sent me texts throughout the day asking how I was doing and what the kids needed and whether I had eaten lunch. He never pushed for more than I was willing to give.We had been on three dinner dates in those two weeks and each one felt different from the forced outings we had suffered through before everything fell apart. Dylan actually listened when I spoke. He asked questions about my day and my feelings and my dreams for the future. He looked at me the way he used to look at me when we first fell in love, like I was the only person in the room who mattered.I was starting to soften despite my best efforts to keep my walls up. I was starting







