The dawn of Victor's reckoning day was unusually calm, a deceptive veil over the storm about to unfold. The entire city buzzed with whispers of Hartley Enterprises' upcoming press conference, an event shrouded in mystery but bursting with anticipation. For weeks, Michael and i had worked tirelessly to ensure that this day marked the end of Victor's reign of terror.
In the penthouse, i sat by the window, my hand resting on my swollen belly. The baby was restless this morning, kicking and stretching as if sensing the tension in the air. Michael approached me from behind, placing his hands gently on my shoulders.
"How are you feeling?" he asked softly, his eyes my her face for any sign of discomfort.
"Tired," I truthfully admitted, managing a small smile. "But determined. We've come too far to let anything stop us now."