Elara POVThe moment I saw her, standing there in the house that should have felt like mine, a strange chill ran down my spine.It wasn’t just Celyne being back. It wasn’t just her as a surrogate, carrying a child that should have been ours to protect. It was her presence. The way she carried herself, like she belonged nowhere and everywhere all at once.I hated it.I hated the way my chest tightened when I saw her hand tremble as it brushed against her stomach. That slight, protective movement made my blood run cold. That’s his child, I reminded myself. That life inside her—Alexander’s child—wasn’t hers to claim. Not really. Not in any way that mattered.Why is she back? Why now? The question kept looping in my mind as I paced the quiet house, every step measured, every thought sharp and pointed. She had everything to lose, everything I had fought for, and yet she dared to return. She dared to breathe in the spaces I had worked to make mine, daring to exist under the same roof, darin
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