d anew at the confirmat

asn't just any woman-she was the one Damian had always loved, the one he

had said-beautiful, confident, and pregnant wit

pping with triumph. "Pack your things and leave before Damian

in shock until Da

an had been waiting in the living room, her hands clenched tightly together as she rehearsed the words she w

s coat and tossed it onto the back of a chair. Without sparing he

inged with irritation. "Remind him not to bother me a

hroat. The disdain in his voice stung like a physical blow, but it was th

d the accident left him in a wheelchair, her father had become a burden in Damian's eyes. No matter how har

the woman at the hospital, to find some clarity or reassurance, but she knew better. Mention

m," she whispered, her

nor. He walked past her toward the dining room

outine, a small act of service she performed despite the emotional distance between them. As the

ay. His tall frame loomed over hers, an

, his tone low

-" she started, her voice trembling, but he silenc

it," he muttere

hospital, the tenderness in his gaze that was never meant for her. But as she raised her hands to

ce edged with irritation, as though her res

ying to step back, but her hesitati

rmly, his lips brushing agai

ituation, and the baby she carried. She had clung to a fragile hope that this m

touch, she let him g

ooked at him briefly before closing her eyes. Damian's hand gently sl

rested against her cheek, keeping her still as his kiss deepened. A nervou

ssed her again, the sensation unfamiliar yet intense. The sound of t

d down her body until it rested firmly on her chest. His fingers squee

d with the knowledge that this was not love-

nting rhythm. Enlyan's body arched sharply in response, her nails digging into his back as he

lur as their bod

k, he released inside her with

o satiate his insatiable desire. His erection

until both their bodies teetered on the edge of exhaustion. Only after wh

lling with labored breaths. Enlyan felt utterly d

She wanted to tell him about the baby, to ask him about the

ne buzzed on the nightstand. He glanced at th

id, sitting up and re

ait?" she asked, her voi

ly, buttoning his shi

and phone, his demeanor shifting in

he walked out the door, lea

, swallowing the fragile hope she had nurtured. She realized then that Damian

but it felt like grasping at sand that slipped th

e reached for it hesitantly, half-expecting another dismissive message

another woman's home. Beside him, Katrina smiled, her hand resting on his arm. On her finger was a ring E

" your husband has already moved