You woke up with heavy eyes, the ceiling light blinding you.

The smell of a hospital. Everything was white. Everything was clean. Everything was… too quiet.

But the voice… That voice you swore you would never hear again…

— “Good morning, my love.”

Him.

Dr. James Moretti.

Your ex, your nightmare — and now, your doctor.

— “Your exam confirmed it.

6 weeks pregnant.

Congratulations to us.”

You try to get up, but you notice… there are restraint bracelets on your wrists.

Not aggressive. But firm.

— “Precaution. You ran away once, remember?”

He smiles with his eyes.

So calm. So sweet.

— “But now… with my baby growing inside…

I can’t let you escape again.”

You start to scream. He brings a chair, sits next to you and holds your hand.

— “Let’s do it differently this time. I’ll give you everything. Affection, comfort, vitamins, massages. But in return… you give me our son.” You spit in his face. He laughs. He wipes it with his handkerchief.

— “I love it when you’re difficult. Do you know why? Because it makes me win you over every day. And when you look at him… You’ll realize it wasn’t madness. It was destiny.”