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Chapter 24

Penulis: Joy Heart
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The night was cool. Savannah sat on the bed in her new apartment, her hands resting on her belly. The room was quiet, only the faint hum of the ceiling fan filled the air. For the first time in a long while, she felt a little safe. No shouting, no insults, no mistress throwing her things away.

Still, her heart was heavy. She thought of the past. The day Nathaniel gave her the divorce papers, the way his eyes had turned cold, the way he left her with nothing. Tears touched her eyes, but she quickly wiped them. She had promised herself not to cry too much anymore.

She lay back, staring at the ceiling, when she heard it.

*Knock. Knock.*

Savannah sat up straight. Her body stiffened for a moment. Who could it be at this hour? She rose carefully, holding her belly, and walked to the door. She opened it slowly.

Standing there was Adrian.

He looked calm, dressed in a simple shirt and jeans, his car parked outside. His eyes softened when he saw her.

“Savannah,” he said gently, “I
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