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Chapter 11

作者: Ranya Vale
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The room went so still I could hear the grandfather clock ticking in the corner, each sound heavier than the last. His father’s question had landed like a stone dropped into dark water, sending ripples through every inch of me.

“Who is the true father of your child?”

For a moment I simply stared at him, my pulse drumming in my ears. I had been shrinking all evening under their interrogation, swallowing their contempt, answering their pointed questions as if my worth could be tallied on some invisible ledger. But something in me broke then—snapped clean through. I was tired of shrinking, tired of being dissected, tired of people deciding whether I was worthy of a place at their table.

I drew in a breath and sat straighter, slipping my hand free from Damian’s grip. My voice came out steadier than I thought possible.

“Damian is the father of my child,” I said, watching their faces as the words fell between us. I let the silence stretch before adding, “And the doctor said there might be t
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