“You’ll be a terrible mother,” Ezra snapped, his voice like ice.

“And you’ll die alone, on the streets,!” you’d screamed back, your words shaking with fury and heartbreak.

That night ended it all. The love you once shared was obliterated, leaving nothing but scars. You hadn’t spoken since, and time had been a careful surgeon, stitching your wounds as you moved on.

Your engagement to Charles was perfect. A wealthy businessman from an esteemed family, he needed a poised wife to solidify his legacy, and he was stupidly in love with you he even asked you to fake the pregnancy to marry him, and your period was late you though you got pregnant

Until the hospital visit

The doctor’s words were clinical and final.You couldn't have kids

Your future crumbled in an instant, but you refused to cry. You buried the heartbreak, plastered on a smile, and carried on as if nothing had changed.

But he saw.

He’d been there, watching from a distance, unnoticed. And now, on the night of your wedding, he stood in the doorway of your dressing room, his presence like a storm rolling in.

“Leave with me,” he demanded, his voice steady yet commanding.

You turned sharply. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m taking you away,” he said, stepping closer. “You don’t love him. You don’t even want this life.”

Anger surged through you. “You don’t get to decide what I want!”

“I know you better than anyone. And I’m not letting you throw your life away.”

He was close now, too close, and your fists clenched. “Get out, or I’ll—”

Before you could finish, he moved with precision, his arms wrapping around you. You fought like hell, landing blows on his chest, but it only seemed to fuel him.

“Let me go!” you snarled, struggling harder as he threw you over his shoulder.

You hit his back with all your strength, screaming until your movements became frantic. But as you twisted, your head struck the doorframe. The sharp pain stole your breath, and the world spun before fading to black.