Celyne POVOnce again the feelings I tried to let go clawed again unto the surface, but it did nothing to calm the storm raging inside me. Every step I took toward the consultation room felt like walking through a fog of my past—pain, regret, and memories I thought I had buried.Alexander was already there, standing like he always did—controlled, perfect, and terrifyingly unreadable. His eyes tracked my every movement as I closed the door behind me.“Celyne,” he said, his voice low but sharp. “What exactly were you thinking? do you think is funny, is my child you are carrying and I will like it, if you treat the baby with care. I swallowed hard, trying to steady the trembling in my hands. The words lodged in my chest, heavy as stone. I wanted to scream, to tell him , should my body not be treated with care.“I… I didn’t know what else to do,” I whispered, my voice breaking despite my best effort to stay strong. “I… I thought… maybe it would feel like… like I still had some control ove
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