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Kayla's POVJust one brief look at me, she knew I was my father's daughter. Her smile brightened as she stared at me.Then she goes “Will you stay with me?”For some moment, I cleaned the tears that were rolling down my face.“I’m your daddy’s business sister, your daddy likes me so much and he'd be happy if you stayed with me.”My eyes went from her head down to her fine boots then I resumed crying. I needed my family back not her. I wailed effortlessly.She stood there waiting for me to go with her, but I never gave her a chance.But she never gave up as she went from just coming to persuade me, to bringing me food and staying with me till I’d doze off on her legs.Eventually, I followed her to her home.It was big and elegant just like ours. And she, was also very warm and lovely. She made sure to bring a smile back to my face again, even while I missed my parent and siblings. She was my buddy.Since then, she had treated me nothing less than her real granddaughter.When Grandma H

Kayla's POVMy brows raised and my pupils dilated."Are.. are you sure that's my results?" My voice broke.I was in great shock.For the past five years since I got married to Liam, I’ve never missed my period once to ever thought of getting pregnant.Back then, when Grandma Helen was still here, she was often nervous, eager for me to get pregnant. But now that she was gone and no more and I’m planning to dissolve my marriage, it came.The sullen expression on my face couldn't be hidden. This was supposed to be a moment of joy for me, a moment where my heart was supposed to be filled with nothing but pure bliss. Yet, my heart was filled with misery. Because it came at the wrong time."Mrs Reyes." Doctor Damien called, his hand waving at my face, obviously wondering what could be going through my mind as I got so quiet."I'm sorry Damien, it's just.. I never expected to be pregnant, not now, not.." My voice broke."I promise you, there were no mistakes in your results. You are pregnan

Kayla's POVMy eyes fluttered calmly as I looked at the caller ID.I picked it up on the second ring."Hello, Mrs Reyes.. How do you feel today?.." His voice came through?"I'm doing fine for now, Doctor Damien, thank you so much." my voice echoed, laced with an appreciative tone.For now I was fine, but I don’t know how I might feel few days to come, when I divorce Liam.“Alright Mrs Reyes, just wanted to check on you and I hope you start your antenatal soon." He muttered, with so much concern in his voice."Yes doctor, thank you so much."With that, Doctor Damien hung up. Heavy sighs escaped my lungs.If only he knew what I was going through now. Very soon he'd find out anyway, he was the family doctor, and finding out I was gone after the divorce should be a piece of cake.But I was grateful he was looking out for me. It was clear now, the only person who cared for me in the Reyes family after Grandma Helen was Damien, even though he wasn’t a complete part of the family.Damien and

I sat by the taxi window, staring at the blur of city lights, and an evening air seemed to surround me like a thin promise of freedom. Each ray of neon was like a reminder of chains that I had broken, but the ache in my chest was even stronger.For hours, I had wandered aimlessly with my suitcase, unsure where to go. Hotels crossed my mind, but I didn’t want to be alone in a strange room with nothing but my thoughts and my grief. Finally, my steps led me to the only place I felt remotely safe—Damien’s.He opened the door almost instantly, as though he had been waiting. His sharp eyes softened the moment he saw me, his lips parting like he wanted to say something but didn’t. Instead, he simply took my suitcase from my trembling hand and set it aside.“Kayla… what happened?” His voice was a balm against the storm raging inside me.I couldn’t answer. Not yet. My throat was clogged with unspoken truths. About Liam. About the baby. About everything.“Come in. Please.”I obeyed, my legs wea

Kayla’s POVSleep was impossible.I lay curled on Damien’s couch, my knees drawn tight to my chest, a thin blanket clutched like a lifeline. The apartment was quiet, but not the comforting kind of quiet. It was heavy, pressing down on me like a wet shroud. Every creak of the pipes, every sigh of the wind against the window sent my heart into a sprint. In the shadows of the room, I could almost hear Liam’s voice—low, possessive, unforgiving.You’re still my wife. You’re not walking away.The echo of his words gnawed at me. They weren’t just words. They were shackles. For years, Liam had pushed me aside, left me invisible, made me ache for even the smallest scrap of kindness. Yet now, when I had finally found the courage to break free, he wanted to chain me back?Why now?My hand drifted to my stomach, trembling as it settled against the fragile curve. A wave of nausea tightened my throat. The reality was plain and horrifying--I was no longer fighting only on behalf of myself. A little