Abigail laid on the bed with her eyes shut and her breathing slow as if she were asleep.
But her mind refused to rest.
Every blink in the darkness of her eyelids only brought back the same memory. Kai's voice, low and certain, telling Serena the truth. And now, it played over and over, each repetition carving the wound deeper until she swore she could feel it bleeding inside her chest.
The child growing within her… was his. His blood. His life.
And the other half… belonged to a woman she had never met but who had lived in every corner of his heart...his late wife.
It was as if a puzzle she never knew existed had suddenly snapped together. Every moment with him over the past weeks, every act of care and every watchful glance...it all lined up now in a cruel, perfect picture.
The way h
