OpheliaThe room stayed quiet long after they left. I sat there staring at the closed door, my body still heavy from the hospital bed, my chest still aching in slow, painful waves.My baby was gone. And somehow, everything else hurt just as much. The sound of footsteps pulled me back. Dorian was still here. He stood by the side of the bed, hands in his pockets, jaw tight like he was holding back everything he wanted to say.Then he exhaled.“I told you not to marry him,” he said quietly.My throat tightened instantly.“I know,” I whispered.His gaze softened slightly, but the anger didn’t leave his eyes.“You didn’t just ignore me, Lia,” he continued. “You walked away from everything. From Grandfather. From home. From your life. For that bastard.”My lips trembled.“I loved him,” I said, though it sounded weak even to me now.Dorian let out a short, humorless laugh. “And what did it cost you?”My breath hitched. I couldn’t answer. Because if I did, I wouldn’t stop crying. So I didn’t
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