Today was the third day since I had been confirmed pregnant.
The doctors discharged me that morning, but the weight of everything still pressed against my chest like something alive—breathing, suffocating.
I glanced at the clock.
2:00 PM.
My bags were already packed.
My fingers brushed against the business card on the bedside table—the one the man from the hospital had given me.
Damian.
I picked it up slowly, turning it between my fingers, my eyes scanning the bold letters again.
I had spent hours looking into him.
Powerful. Wealthy. Dangerous.
And most importantly—
He owed me.
The memory of his car, the screeching tires, the impact—it flashed briefly in my mind.
He had almost taken my life.
Now… I was going to take something back.
Because I needed someone like him.
Someone who could stand against Elena.
Someone who wouldn't break.
The door opened.
Aaron stepped in—and froze the moment he saw my bags.
"Please…" His voice dropped instantly. "Don't go, Alyssa."
