Chapter 5

Atlas glared at me, his anger burning hot and unwavering.

But he didn’t see the redness blooming across my cheek, the sharp sting left behind by Ivy’s slap.

I lifted my head, meeting his gaze with a calm, almost eerie stillness.

“The one who should be apologizing isn’t me,” I said quietly. “It’s Ivy,”

His brows furrowed, irritation flickering in his eyes, but I continued before he could interrupt.

“She brought up my father, Atlas. Don’t you think you owe me an apology for what happened back then?”

For a split second, something flickered across his face–something unreadable. Then it was gone.

“If it weren’t for me, your father would have died even sooner,” he said, his voice cold with certainty. “Celeste, I promised your father I’d take care of you for the rest of my life. But that promise came with a condition–you wouldn’t hurt Ivy.”

I stared at him, and then laughed. A quiet, hollow sound. How foolish of me to think, even for a moment, that he

might finally see me.

Just as the edges of my vision darkened, the room tilted violently, and then–nothing.

When I woke up, the sterile scent of disinfectant filled my nose. A nurse stood by my bedside, gently removing the

IV from my arm.

“Congratulations,” she said with a kind smile. “You’re pregnant.”

My breath caught.

“You need to be extra careful,” she continued. “Your body is weak–you can’t afford too much stress. Try to rest, eat well, and keep your emotions stable.”

my stomach. For five years, I had wanted to have a child with

had dreamed of it, longed for it. And now, at the

*Buzz.*

the hospital sheets: Atlas.

was

said you’ll be fine as long

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message

you apologize to Ivy, I’ll come

laugh slipped from my lips. I turned

expression hesitant. “Miss Laurent, the doctor has scheduled another

me.”

me toward the examination

A familiar voice confirmed my suspicion. “I heard you’re

Ivy Monroe standing behind me, her arms crossed, an unmistakable smirk playing at

Celeste,” she mused. “You’re more stubborn than

I said nothing.

head, studying my face like a cat playing with its prey. “Do you know why

against my stomach, an invisible chill creeping up my

conspiratorial whisper. “Because I told Atlas I didn’t want you to have his

child.”

to slow around

“Every morning, when he handed you

expecting to see devastation on my face.

the satisfaction. I met her gaze, my voice eerily calm. “I

my lack of

A sudden force slammed into my back.

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