After a lingering embrace, Rena’s voice, velvety soft, articulated her rationale.

“I want our baby’s father to be just as informed.

I won’t take on this journey alone.

Waylen’s mind rewound to the past.

Rena’s Labor with Alexis was shadowed by his trial in Braseovell, the same morning their villa was engulfed in flames.

The birth of Marcus was tainted by Mavis’s interference, depriving Rena of proper care.

Regret rippled through Waylen, a pang of sympathy for Rena’s past experiences.

Seated beside her, Waylen pressed his forehead against Rena’s, a gesture of intimacy.

He murmured, “I vow to cherish the mother of our baby.

Rest easy, Miss Gordon.

lashes quivering ever so

Miss Gordon?

Had his memories returned?

enfolding

his pocket, he withdrew a delicate object and tenderly placed it in

“This is for you.

Keep it.

now resting

Join &

there was an emerald, its pieces

once bestowed upon her

trinket had been her lifeline in her darkest

contours, and she inquired with a

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