ALIYAH'S REVENGE
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Afterward, he rose, dressed, and left without a word.
Aliyah lay curled beneath the covers, numb. Her body ached, but the real wound was deeper. Somewhere inside, a part of her was gone—something stolen she could never reclaim.
She turned her head to the side and let the tears come—quiet, endless. Her hand slipped to her belly, palm flat.
If there was life inside her now, it had been born of silence. Of cold. Of a bargain struck in desperation.
And yet, she clung to it.
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