로그인Serena’s POVThe final morning in the hospital arrived without any warning. A young nurse walked into the small recovery room, holding a white plastic bag containing my old, stained clothes. She placed the bag onto the foot of the bed without saying a word, her eyes avoiding mine as she adjusted the paper chart on her clipboard. My body felt stiff and hollow as I sat on the edge of the mattress, my bare feet touching the cold linoleum floor. One full week had passed since the emergency surgery, but time had completely lost its meaning inside these bare, white walls.I had no money to pay the billing desk, and my personal belongings had been reduced to trash. I reached into the pocket of my coat, pulled out my old phone, and tried to dial my mother's number one last time. I held the cold plastic against my ear, hoping for a single shred of human mercy or a familiar voice. The line did not even ring. A short, automated voice informed me that the recipient had permanently blocked my numb
Damien’s POVI sat in the back of the luxury sedan, staring at the screen of my personal phone. The device remained completely dark. I scrolled through the call logs, checking the digital timestamps twice. There were no missed calls from the city clinic. There were no text messages from Serena begging me to listen to her side of the story or apologizing for the scene at the grand staircase.Her complete silence made a sharp wave of annoyance rise in my chest.Usually, when I cut off her accounts or limited her access to the household staff, she would send multiple messages trying to explain herself. She would plead with me to look at her medical files or try to evoke my sympathy for the pregnancy. This sudden lack of a reaction felt like a direct challenge to my authority. I had explicitly told her to return to the estate by this morning, yet the security logs at the front gate showed she had not even approached the perimeter driveway."Is there a problem with the network connection,
Serena’s POVThe old digital phone on the bedside table vibrated against the metal surface again. The screen lit up, casting a pale light over the dark linoleum floor. It was the third time the Cole family legal team had tried to reach the line within the last hour. The mechanical buzz echoed through the small recovery ward, sounding loud and rhythmic in the quiet room.Every single time since I got the call from Lilliana, I have been ignoring their texts and calls, for my peace of mind.I did not reach out my hand to answer it. I simply watched the screen blink until the battery warning flashed and the device finally went completely dark. I was done taking any more calls from the Cole family. I was done listening to the voice of my husband's assistants, his mother, or his lawyers. Every word they spoke belonged to a world that had already destroyed everything I owned.Even Lilliana had a say in what happens with my life, I was truly not a lucky person. She had complete control over m
Liliana’s POVI stood in the private waiting suite of St. Jude’s Hospital, listening to the quiet beep of the heart monitor. Damien was asleep on the leather sofa in the corner, his face pale and his expensive suit jacket draped over a chair. I had spent the last twenty-four hours making sure he did not leave this room. I stayed by his side, wiping my dry eyes with tissues and whispering about our lost future whenever he woke up.A sharp vibration rattled the mahogany side table. Damien’s personal phone was lighting up with an incoming call from the billing department of the city clinic.I glanced at Damien. His breathing was heavy and even. I picked up the phone quickly, stepped out into the quiet, carpeted corridor, and slid the green bar across the screen."Damien Cole’s line," I whispered."Hello, this is the desk administrator from the municipal women's emergency clinic," a woman’s voice said over the line. "We have a patient here, Serena Cole. Her emergency surgery is complete,
Serena’s povThe transition from a tense room to absolute chaos happened in a single heartbeat.I was standing near the edge of the bed when the first sharp, tearing pain ripped through my lower abdomen. It was not a dull ache. It was a violent, white-hot sensation that made my knees instantly buckle. I gasped, my hand flying to my stomach as I collapsed onto the carpet."Serena?" Damien’s voice cut through the air, his tone losing its usual cold edge.Before I could answer, a warm, thick rush of fluid soaked through the fabric of my clothes, spilling onto the light-colored rug. I looked down, my vision blurring as the unmistakable, deep crimson stain expanded rapidly. I was hemorrhaging. The sheer volume of blood was terrifying, pooling around me on the floor within seconds.The private doctors Damiano kept stationed in the adjoining wing of the estate burst through the doors, their heavy medical bags clattering against the floor. The lead physician, a gray-haired man who had worked
Serena’s POVA rough hand gripped my shoulder and shook me violently. My eyes snapped open, and my heart began to hammer against my ribs. The freezing air of the servant's quarters hit my bare skin immediately. A stern housemaid stood over my narrow iron bed, her face set in a deep scowl as she stared down at me."Get up," she said, pulling the thin wool blanket off my body and tossing it onto the floor. "Mr. Cole is waiting for you. You need to move right now."I sat up slowly, my head spinning from the sudden movement. My stomach felt completely empty, and a dull ache throbbed in my lower back. I reached toward the wooden dresser to grab my canvas bag so I could take my vitamins, but the maid grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward the door."There is no time for that," she muttered, her grip tight and cold. She pushed me out into the dark stone corridor.Damien stood in the main hallway just outside the door to the servant's wing. He did not say a word about my tangled hair or my bar
Serena’s povI sat there frozen while Damian held another woman in his arms.The sales assistant still had one hand around me to steady me, but I barely felt it.Everything around me sounded distant because I could only see my husband. I could only see my husband.Damian’s head was lowered slightl
Serena’s povI cried myself to sleep that night.I sat alone in the huge bedroom while my messages kept failing one after another.Every failed message felt like another slap to my face.My husband blocked me like I was some stranger bothering him.At some point, I stopped texting.I just sat there
Serena’s povI barely slept that night.I stayed awake in the large bed alone while the clock beside me kept moving slowly but Damien never came back.Every sound outside made my heart jump for nothing.I stared at the empty side of the bed and kept thinking about Liliana and the way he left me beh
Serena’s povThe soft hum of the Bentley filled the silence as we drove away from the hospital.I rested my hand on my stomach and smiled to myself again.The baby had been active throughout the appointment. Even the doctor laughed when the little kicks refused to stop during the scan.“Your baby i







