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Sienna POV I could see the hurt in his eyes. There seemed to be hidden words behind what he had just said. I knew something must have happened but I just couldn’t help the emotions that flooded through me as my sight got blurry out of tears. “Oh, Lucian,” I whispered brokenly before stepping even closer and pressing my forehead against his. “You will never lose me. Not if I can help it. I love you too much for that.” A shaky breath left his lips as he kissed me like hr needed the feel of my mouth to remind himself that I was real, here and his. When we finally pulled apart, he rested his forehead against mine and whispered the one truth tearing through us. “You have no idea what you’ve done to me, Sienna because loving you has made me terrified in ways I never knew existed.” My heart clenched painfully at his words. There was something so raw in the way he said it, something so vulnerable that it stripped every wall I had left standing. The man before me was not the cold, comp

Sienna POV I didn’t know where I was going. All I knew was that I couldn’t stay there, couldn’t breathe in a space that suddenly felt like a lie wrapped in everything I thought was real. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles ached as I drove faster than I should have, the road ahead blurring under the weight of tears I couldn’t stop. “Why?” I choked out to no one, my voice breaking as I wiped my face with the back of my hand, only for more tears to replace the ones I cleared. “Why would you do that to me?” The image wouldn’t leave my head. The image of Lucian and Vivienne. It kept playing in my head over and over again like a cruel loop I couldn’t shut off, and every second I remembered it, something inside me twisted harder until it hurt to even think straight. My chest felt tight, suffocating, like the air itself had turned against me. I pressed harder on the accelerator without realizing it, my vision swimming as the streetlights streaked past in long, di

Sienna POV The first thing I became aware of was the sound. It came in fragments, muffled and distant, like voices trying to reach me through water. I couldn’t make out the words at first, only the urgency behind them, the way they overlapped in quick bursts that made no sense in my foggy state. “Careful… she’s breathing…” “We need to move her now…” “Watch her head…” I felt hands on me, firm but cautious, lifting me from something cold and uneven. My body didn’t respond. It felt heavy and disconnected, like I was trapped somewhere between being awake and completely gone. The faint smell of burnt rubber and metal clung to my senses before it slowly faded into something cleaner, sharper. Then everything disappeared again. When I opened my eyes, the sudden light pierced through my eyelids, forcing a weak groan from my throat as I tried to move. My lashes fluttered, struggling against the brightness until the world finally began to take shape. A white ceiling stared back at me, a

Sienna “You are six weeks pregnant.” The words didn’t just echo. They lodged themselves somewhere deep inside me, refusing to move, refusing to make sense. I stared at the doctor like he had just spoken a language I didn’t understand, my mind scrambling to catch up while my body remained completely still. “No,” I said quickly, the word slipping out before I could stop it, my voice weak but firm with denial. “No, that’s not… that’s not possible.” The doctor didn’t look surprised. If anything, his expression softened, like he had expected this reaction. “There must be a mistake,” I continued, shaking my head as my heart began to race again, panic replacing the numbness. “You need to run the test again. This is wrong.” The nurse glanced at the doctor briefly before stepping slightly closer, her presence calm but cautious. “The test we conducted is highly accurate,” the doctor explained, his tone steady and controlled. “It’s over ninety-nine percent reliable.” I let out a shaky

Sienna POV “Hello, Lucian.” The moment the words left my lips, everything inside me seemed to crack open. I hadn’t planned to cry. I hadn’t planned anything at all but the second I heard his breathing on the other end of the line, uneven and strained like he had been running from something invisible, my chest tightened painfully and the tears came without warning. A broken sob slipped out before I could stop it, my hand gripping the receiver tighter as my body trembled where I stood inside the small, worn-down phone booth. “Sienna?” His voice came sharp at first, then it broke, the tension in it unraveling instantly. “Sienna, where are you? Where did you go?” I squeezed my eyes shut as another sob tore through me, my shoulders shaking. I couldn’t speak immediately. Everything felt too heavy, too overwhelming, like the weight of everything that had happened was crashing down all at once. “You just left,” he continued, his voice thick with emotion, raw in a way I had never heard