Semua Bab BURIED AS HIS LOVE, REBORN AS HIS CURSE. : Bab 61 - Bab 67

General POV:.The ride home was silent.The engine hummed beneath them, but neither spoke. Madden’s hand gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. His eyes flicked to the rearview mirror every few seconds like he needed to see her. To confirm she was still there. Because what the fuck? She nearly died.But shouldn't that be a relief? Her death? A month ago Madden would've appreciated this. Heck.. he'd have watched it. But now? No way in hell.Isadora Kane has changed… and goodness, it's tearing him apart. And it all started when he met her at the club. It's as if she was switched or something. She kept asking weird questions, looking frazzled and lost.What's really going on?Calla sat beside him, unaware of his turmoil. Her knees pulled to her chest, arms wrapped tightly around her body. She was shaking as her thoughts veered to Lucas every second. She couldn't stop thinking about that night… the one where her lungs had burned, where the world had gone black,

Calla's POV:The spoon trembled slightly in my hand as I stirred the untouched porridge on my plate.Breathe, Calla. Just breathe. Across the table, Madden scrolled through his phone, his jaw ticking with tension like always. He hadn’t looked at me yet. Thank God.My temples throbbed, my stomach coiled again, and I fought the urge to press a hand to it. The nausea had come and gone in waves all morning. I was woozy, barely grounded in my body. It felt wrong and right all at once. Alive, but not really here.I kept my eyes down.He couldn’t know.Not yet.Not when I wasn’t even sure myself. Not when the last time I had a child growing inside me, it was ripped from me by the woman who smiled in my face and slept in my bed like my friend.Petra. I lost my baby to her– I'm still coming for her by the way. Well, once I handle the mess I'm in. Wouldn't it been easy if I was transmigrated into the body of someone else? Someone who's not regarded as vile or cruel??I wouldn’t lose this one,

Calla’s POVIt's been long I saw these bitches. I got blocked everywhere and unfollowed after what I did to davina. And honestly, I wouldn't regret doing it again if I got the chance."Well, well,” Davina’s voice slithered, syrupy with venom, “I guess motherhood really does dull a woman’s edge.”I smiled, slowly.She stood there with Kassandra flanking her like a walking Gucci ad for insecurity. Amelia had retreated to her side, pouting. Naughty little rascal.“I beg your pardon?” I asked, my tone calm, even.Kassandra scoffed. “You used to be bold. Wild. Us. Now look at you—bending over to baby a brat who scraped her knee.”“She’s six,” I said flatly. “And she's more human than you’ve ever been.”Davina chuckled without humor. “Look at you. Playing mother to a man’s daughter like it makes you holy. You think Madden actually loves you now? You think being soft will save you?”I didn’t flinch. “No. But it’s saving her. And that’s enough.”Her smile faltered.“I should’ve known you wer

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