ice a calm desperation. "You need to give me my baby. Now!" The nurse shook her head still. "I'm sorry, ma'am." No. She was lying. I had felt the kicks, the life inside me. How

pped up almost immediately. He saw it, but still... no reply. Minutes passed, and I felt every second dragging on, weighing heavier on my chest. My phone vibrated suddenly, and I glanced down, heart racing, expecting it to be George. It wasn't. It was from Queen Rosina. The text was short and sharp, cutting through me like a blade. "Did you like my present, little whore? I warned you to stay clear of my stepson, but you refused. Next time, make sure to cut your cloth according to your size." My hands trembled as I read her words. I had been right all along. This was her doing. She was why I'm here - without my baby. What did I do to deserve this? My only crime was being in love. I didn't know there were repercussions for love. If I had known, I would have stayed far away but now it was too late. I gritted my teeth, blinking away the tears that threatened to spill over as I stared at the message. I didn't have the strength to reply. All I wanted was my husband. He would come, I was sure of it. He had to. A nurse walked in then, her face pitying as she approached my bed. I sat up, hopeful. "Has George come for me?" I asked, my voice a shaky whisper. "There's someone here to see you." Relief washed over me. Finally, George was reaching out, showing that he cared, even if he hadn't replied to my messages. Maybe he was too overwhelmed, or maybe Rosina's influence had been too strong. But now, he was making an effort. That had to mean something. The door opened, and I turned expectantly. But instead of George, in walked a man I barely recognized-George's lawyer. My heart sank. "Hello, Luna Wendy," he said in a formal tone, holding out an envelope. "The Alpha has instructed me to deliver these." I blinked, not understanding at first. I opened the envelope slowly, dread settling in as I read the top of the document. Divorce papers. "He requests that you sign these immediately," the lawyer continued, "If you refuse, he will be forced to sue for damages." "Damages?" I echoed, my voice barely above a whisper. My head was spinning, my heart racing. The man I loved, the man I thought would be here to support me, had sent a lawyer instead. And he was threatening to sue me? My mind couldn't process it. I felt the tears start to blur my vision, but I wasn't about to cry in front of this man. I blinked them back, staring down at the papers. Before I could even react, my phone buzzed again. My heart lurched-maybe it was George this time, reaching out to explain, to apolog