Mary’s POVMonths had passed since that bloody night in Chicago. Winter had begun to blanket the Swiss landscape, bringing a bone-chilling, freezing wind.I stood in front of my father's white marble headstone, pulling my thick wool coat tighter over my now perfectly rounded, protruding belly. Being nine months pregnant had slowed my steps, but my monthly routine here was never skipped."Dad... your grandson will be born soon," I whispered softly, laying a bouquet of his favorite Lilies on the grave. I stroked the headstone with a sorrowful smile. "Promise me you'll watch over him from heaven, okay?"The wind blew gently, as if answering my prayer. After wiping away my remaining tears, I turned and walked slowly down the cemetery path.At the end of the path, Julian was already leaning against the door of his luxurious limousine. Wearing a long navy coat, he looked incredibly handsome and flawless. Seeing me approach, Julian turned off his phone screen, walked up to me, and kissed
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