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Chapter 40

Author: McConville
last update Last Updated: 2025-03-23 07:04:45

Aliya’s POV

I stood before my floor-length mirror, fastening the buttons of my blouse when my eyes drifted to my belly. Slowly, I placed my hand on it, rubbing gently as tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I fought them back.

The doctor’s words flashed through my mind for a split second. I was infertile, and never would I have a child to call my own. I had wanted to take my life, but instead, I took that of my innocent baby.

I stared at the broken reflection before me, unsure whether to just sit back and give up fighting or continue as if nothing had happened. As I battled with my emotions, a knock on the door jolted me.

“Aliya,” Nick said, closing the door slightly behind him as he stepped toward me.

“Good morning,” I replied, not taking my eyes off the mirror.

“You’re all dressed up,” he noted, scanning my body with a frown. “Going somewhere?”

“Yes. I have a company to run, remember?” I responded.

“But you’re not fine yet,” he argued.

“Says who exactly?” I shot back, my gaz
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