Alina’s POVHe nodded, kissing me again, slow, deliberate, and full of emotion. I felt my body relax, my heart thaw, and my mind quiet, if only for the first time in weeks. Trust could be fragile, yes, but desire, love, and connection could be rebuilt if nurtured with care.Later, we lay together, bodies entwined, breathing in sync. The night was quiet except for the faint rustle of leaves outside and the subtle hum of the mansion settling. The past had left scars, but we were learning to move forward, step by step, touch by touch, moment by moment.For the first time in weeks, I allowed myself to hope—not blindly, not recklessly, but cautiously, intentionally. Love could survive even the deepest betrayal, and intimacy could be rebuilt if both hearts were willing to work for it.Sebastian rested his hand over mine, fingers interlaced, a silent promise that he would never let us fall again. And as I closed my eyes, feeling the baby shift and stir, I knew we were on the path to heal
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