Chapter 70 : A Broken Life

I woke up in a bed that I no longer truly recognized as my own. The fabric of the sheets, the scent of fresh flowers in the vase… All of it seemed to belong to another life. A life where I could have been happy, where the villa was not a prison, but a refuge.

But that illusion no longer held.

I woke up with a strange sensation in my chest, a mix of heaviness and emptiness. The morning light filtered through the thick curtains, gently caressing the walls of the room. A cruel irony, because nothing in my life resembled that light.

I sat up slowly, my hands clasped over my stomach. Barely a noticeable roundness, but now I knew.

Pregnant.

The word hit me again, like a sledgehammer. But that wasn't all. This child… This child wasn't Alessandro's, my husband's. It was Ezran's, the man who had found a way to reach me when my memory was nothing but a field of ruins.