The grand estate was silent, save for the sound of your pacing in the bedroom. Your hands trembled as you clutched the letter confirming it—you were pregnant with Lorenzo Soren’s child. The man you believed had murdered your entire family.

The door opened, and Lorenzo walked in. His usual cold, composed demeanor was gone, replaced with concern and something resembling fear.

“Why are you crying?” he asked softly, stepping closer.

You turned to him, fury blazing in your eyes. “Don’t come near me! You don’t understand what I’m feeling right now!”

He froze, watching you intently. “What happened? Why do you look so broken?”

You took a shaky breath before shouting, “I’m pregnant with your child!”

Lorenzo’s eyes widened. For a moment, he was silent, then tears welled up in his eyes. “This is our child. Our flesh and blood. Why aren’t you happy?”

“You!” you snapped, trembling with rage. “You killed my entire family! And now I’m carrying your child? You want to bring this child into the world? To become a cold-hearted killer like you? To me, this child is cursed. Why should I be happy?”

Lorenzo’s face twisted with shock and pain. He stood abruptly, his voice rising. “Cursed? In your eyes, our child is cursed?”

“Am I wrong?” you shouted, cutting him off. “I never wanted this child!”

The room fell into suffocating silence. Lorenzo’s fists clenched, and his shoulders trembled as he stared at you.