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Natalie’s POV Eventually, I decided not to let him in. I didn’t want to make such a decision in a moment of emotional weakness. I had been there before with him, and if I ever decided to go back, it had to be after careful consideration. My phone rang at six in the morning, and I was surprised to see that it was my next-door neighbor. “Hello!” I answered. “Natalie?” she asked, her voice slightly nervous. “Are you home? Are you okay?” Confusion filled my voice as I mumbled, “Yes! What’s wrong?” She let out a deep sigh of relief. “Oh, thank God!” “Hey, what’s wrong? You’re scaring me,” I said, sitting up in bed with an anxious frown. “I was passing by your apartment while taking the kids to school, and I saw a man—a handsome man—changing your front door lock. I was afraid he was a gangster or a thief. I was about to call the cops, but I hesitated because he didn’t really look like one,” she explained. I immediately jumped out of bed and asked, terror flashing across my

Natalie’s POV I let out a long sigh as I placed a hand over my belly. The persistent acidity in my stomach was overwhelming, making every meal a struggle. During this last month of my pregnancy, it had become so bad that sometimes I had to stop eating altogether. The pressure on my stomach was intense, and the relentless heartburn felt like a fiery serpent coiling through my chest. I reached into my purse and found a mint, a small comfort that helped soothe the symptoms. As the cool flavor spread through my mouth, I felt a slight sense of relief. The sweetness and refreshing mintiness distracted me from the discomfort, if only for a moment. I leaned back in my chair, savoring the brief reprieve. Afterward, I took a few photos with the girls and posted them on my I*******m account. I hadn't been active in a while, afraid Rafael might find me. The comments came pouring in like wildfire the moment my big belly appeared on their feeds. My friends Rebecca and Fello weren't surprised, tho

Natalie’s POV “Oh God,” I exclaimed, my voice trembling with fear and excitement. “I’m giving birth to our child, Rafael!” Chaos erupted around us, and the entire venue descended into a frenzy. “Her water broke! She’s giving birth!” I heard Granny say. Rafael held me tightly for a moment before rushing me toward his car, yelling at his driver, “To the hospital! Hurry!” The pain was unbearable. I squeezed Rafael’s hand as another surge tore through me. I sat in the back seat while Rafael tried to support me, rubbing my back. My loud moans filled the car. The pain came in waves, each one more intense than the last. When the pain eased for a moment, I breathed heavily and rested my head against Rafael’s shoulder. I noticed him taking deep breaths and releasing them slowly. I stared at him in confusion. What was he doing? “What are you doing?” I asked, puzzled. He stared at me blankly before explaining, “I saw it on YouTube. The woman is supposed to take deep breaths and let them o

Natalie’s POV The afternoon traffic was stifling as I wrapped up the meeting for the upcoming fashion show and made my way home. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the bustling streets, a stark contrast to the peaceful thoughts filling my mind. It had been three months since we returned to the USA, and I had already launched my new fashion design company. My heart swelled with happiness at the thought. Living with my husband and our nearly four-month-old son was a dream come true, and every day felt like another step toward achieving my ambitions as a fashion designer. I couldn't help but smile as I imagined Rafael at home, sitting beside Matt’s crib, watching him sleep or feeding him his bottle. The mere thought of our little family filled me with warmth. My phone rang, jolting me from my reverie. I glanced at the screen and answered, Laura's voice immediately filling the car speakers. “Natalie, are you on your way home?” she asked, her tone edged with urgenc

Natalie’s POV Six hours had passed, and there was still no news about Matt. My heart tightened with every minute that dragged by, constricting so painfully that I could barely breathe. The silence was suffocating, every second stretching into an eternity. I couldn’t imagine what Debbie might be doing to my little boy. Rafael had been updating me frequently with whatever scraps of information he could gather, but the constant fear continued to gnaw at me, an ever-present shadow that made me feel as though I could crumble at any moment. ”No news?” Tobi asked gently as she handed me a cup of coffee. Her voice was soft, but the concern in her eyes was palpable. I shook my head, unable to find words that could convey the depth of my fear. Nothing was clear. Debbie was careful—she had even managed to avoid the street cameras. The waiting was unbearable. My mind began to spiral, conjuring horrific images of my son screaming, each one playing in my head like an endless loop of terror. It