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Chapter 83: Pregnant And Alone

The night air was cool as Stefan stepped out of the house, but it did nothing to quiet the storm inside him.

He didn’t know how long he drove. The roads were mostly empty, his hands gripping the wheel too tightly, his mind a hurricane of emotions he couldn’t name, couldn’t control.

He didn’t know where he was going but he knew he couldn’t stay in his house and that he couldn’t go to his mother’s place since it was late so he decided to logde in an hotel and confront his mother the next day.

By the time he reached an hotel, it was past midnight.

The receptionist recognized him instantly, offering a key with a polite smile and no questions.

Stefan didn’t say a word as he headed for his room.

The elevator ride was silent, but inside, he was screaming. His chest was tight. Every breath felt forced. Every second stretched like an hour. When he finally reached his room, he didn’t bother turning on all the lights. Just one lamp near the bed flickered on, casting a golden glow across the room.

It should’ve felt like an escape. Instead, it felt like exile.

He sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand through his hair, his jaw clenched so tightly it hurt. The events of the night played on repeat in his mind—Ruby’s trembling voice, Ivy’s audacity, and the finality of the door closing behind him as he walked away from the only home he’d known for years.

But it wasn’t home anymore. Not without her. Not without Ruby.

God, Ruby.

He leaned forward, burying his face in his hands. It had only been a few days since she left, but the silence she left behind was unbearable. She had filled the rooms with warmth, her laughter soft and rare but honest. Her presence had calmed the chaos in him. She had been his peace. f|ree(w)ebn\o.vel.com

gone. Pregnant and

gone to stay with that her friend? Rayna? He shook his head, his mind reeling with questions he had no answers

head, eyes burning as they fixed on the wall in front of him. His jaw tightened as guilt settled like lead in his stomach. He should’ve seen it. Should’ve known something

him. Carrying a child that was his, loving

his forehead, but his eyes refused to close. Sleep

she safe? Was she crying? The thought broke

him like a blade. He sat up abruptly, elbows on his knees, dragging a hand down his face as if he

her

him—he saw it in her eyes on one of those times his visions returned for

he’d seen her eyes a couple of times but the truth was, he hadn’t actually

the haze of lies woven

mother. He

day, letting him stumble through the dark, knowing full well what she’d done. What she’d allowed. And now, Ivy

was the beginning of everything good in his

paced the room, bare feet against the cool floor. His thoughts were a storm, violent and loud. The minutes crawled by. He checked

Just the crushing quiet of a

on the bed and

out there alone. Carrying your child. And you

in

me. I love you. I see you. I

was gone, and he didn’t know

lay back down again, staring up at the ceiling, hoping for rest but