تسجيل الدخولSelena barely paid any attention to what was happening in the news at first—just sitting in the living room, laptop open, staring past the screen. Her mind was everywhere. The silence pressed in, thick and heavy, like the air before a storm. Last night lingered—her shoulders ached, her body felt slow, like she’d slept in a place meant for waiting, not resting.Her phone buzzed. She flinched, glanced, figuring it was Daniel or just another reminder. Usually, she let these things go unread. But this time? She stopped cold. Her own name glared at her from a headline.She hovered, hands above the screen, half expecting it, half horrified. She read.“Businesswoman Selena Hart Faces Emotional Breakdown Amid Ongoing Personal Disputes.”The words felt bigger than the screen. Her brain stumbled. Then it hit—hard, sharp, like a punch to the chest.She squeezed the phone, knuckles pale.Across the room, Keller caught the change. “What is it?” His tone was calm but his eyes locked onto hers.Sele
The smell hit Selena before anything else—warm, sweet, drifting right through the walls. She stayed there for a bit, buried under her covers, feeling heavy but not overwhelmed like yesterday. The pain had eased up, almost enough to ignore. Instead, she felt this weird peace settling in. The scent got sharper—eggs, maybe pancakes, definitely butter.She opened her eyes. Sunlight spilled onto her bed, all soft gold, making the room look like nothing bad had really happened. She let herself believe it for a second.But then it all crept back. Marcus. Yelling. She remembered the fear that had filled her last night. Her hand immediately went to her belly; she felt less tense but was sure she still needed the rest. “I really hope you’re doing well….” She said to her baby. The loud bang of pots downstairs brought her attention back to reality. Selena carefully sat up in bed, adjusted herself, and tried to stand up, but a dizzy spell hit her. She sat back and waited for it to completely go
Selena spent the next hour with her son, trying to get him back to bed after the circus event his father just threw. She herself was still a bit shaken up, her body seemed to be telling her she needed to rest. The next major thing to do was to change the locks as she would never have imagined Marcus coming to cause such drama and a restraining order was definitely going to be in place going forward. Well after her son was settled again, a few hours after Marcus had caused so much trouble. She still felt very weak and tired. They heard a knock on the door, must be the police coming back for the detailed report. “I’ll get it, Keller said,” as he walked towards the main door. She rested on the couch, suddenly getting a headache, her hands moved to her belly as usual, all her hopes were that how Marcus had dragged her earlier had not caused any strain or stress on the baby, but there was still an unsettled feeling that wouldn’t fade.On the other side of the room, two officers stood
The tension in the air was more than just heavy but tangible, that you could feel it. Marcus finally walked into the living room, moving in with full energy. There was definitely nothing uncertain about his movement. He clearly came with an agenda to scatter and scare her. Just pure intent, written all over his face.Possession. Control. Rage, barely kept together.Selena felt it right away. It wasn’t the fear she’d had before, or the uncertain dread Marcus used to stir up inside her. Now, it was something more precise, razor-sharp. Her body went rigid, and she pressed her hand protectively over her abdomen, meeting his gaze without even blinking.“Marcus you need to take your leave, I have no obligation to hand our son over to you, I have his full custody and you’re clearly drunk. This is not a state you’ll want him to see, so just leave,” she said.She spoke with calm words hoping her soft tone would calm him down. But Marcus wasn’t moved m. If there was anything you could see the
Before long, it was night time and the atmosepinbthebhouse still felt a bit tense. The living room had a dimly lit light, with the air conditioner in cause the summer heat made the entire place hot.Selena stayed on the couch, legs stretched out in front of her, the exhaustion of the day finally taking a toll on her. As usual her hands moved to her abdomen, something she was getting used to doing lately. Her mind refused to let go of all the information that had come to her today. Unapproved trials. Numbers and names swapped in the dark. A system using people who never realized they’d been chosen. People like her.And the most shocking thing is that Keller had been in on this. Keller stood off at the edge, not really facing her, his back tense—pulled tight, like he was fighting to keep something inside. He’d been quiet for too long, but not his usual kind of quiet. Not observant, not calm. This version felt loaded.Selena caught the shift. She always did. She looked over, face softe
When Selena walked out of the hospital, she thought she would feel better. She still felt really nervous. She could feel it all over her body. One thing made her feel happy, though. The good news about how stable the pregnancy was, that was all that really mattered.Life hadn’t paused while she was gone. Everything had continued moving and working as expected. As the gates opened, Selena remembered when those same gates were her joy each day she came back after one procedure or the other, but these days, everything that had happened those years felt like a big lie. She carefully came out of the car, careful of her steps and movements, realizing that despite the doctors going ahead, her body was still healing. Keller was at her side before she took a second step. Instinctive, calm, never pushy. His hand hovered near her back, not quite touching. There if she needed it.She noticed it every time.“I’m fine,” she said, almost under her breath.He looked at her a moment longer than most







