I came home with blood tests, with the sweet and sour taste of my state. I had little time, less than a month, and I no longer had to expose myself to a lot of tension, stress, anything that could put my little one's life at risk.

Even with so much mud, a passable road lay in front, a story, a light that flickered in my belly. But the pressure was still there, the pain, the anger spread in my chest. Alexa's voice returned to my memory, undoing my illusions of finally seeing myself happy next to Ismail.

Although aware of the existence of photos that confirmed their disgusting encounter, nothing confirmed whether she was expecting a baby, or it was just a fallacy. Some invention intended for blackmail. You stupid bitch!

I died of anger; Ismail was to blame for getting into anyone's legs. Above a witch like that.

Couldn't he abstain from only one woman in life?!

I roared emboldened.

He had given me another slam on the soul, which did not stop hurting.

"Sweetheart?" His sweet voice made h