The morning sickness hit Isabella like a freight train at exactly 6:47 AM, three days into her new life at the motel. She barely made it to the bathroom before her stomach emptied itself, leaving her shaking and sweating on the cold tile floor.This was her routine now. Wake up, throw up, cry a little, pull herself together, repeat.Grace had transferred the fifteen thousand as promised, but Isabella knew it wouldn't last forever. Motel rent ate up a chunk each week. Food, even the cheap stuff, cost more than she remembered from her bookstore days. And soon she'd need maternity clothes, baby supplies, medical care she couldn't afford.The panic attacks came at random times—in the shower, at the grocery store, lying in bed at 3 AM staring at water-stained ceiling tiles. What had she done? How was she supposed to raise a child alone with no money, no family, no plan beyond surviving the next twenty-four hours?But then she'd remember Damien's cold eyes as he called her a mistake. Victor
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