She believed attacking a pregnant woman in the hospital had no consequences — until the father she never expected showed up.

The day Sophia confronted him, she expected yelling, denial, maybe tears. Instead, Ryan sounded… relieved.

He claimed he felt trapped. He blamed stress, fear, even fatherhood. Then he walked out with nothing more than a muttered apology that carried no meaning.

Now she sat in a sterile hospital room alone, trying to hold both herself and the tiny life within her together.

She whispered softly to her belly.
“Stay with me. Please. I promise I’ll figure everything out.”

But promises felt thin when the door burst open with a violence so sudden it sliced through the quiet.

Vanessa Trent stepped in like a storm wrapped in silk.

She wore an expensive fitted dress, heels that struck the floor sharply, her hair perfectly styled as if she was heading to a board meeting instead of invading a hospital room. Her lips curled into a smirk that carried more venom than words could.

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