Michelle had always believed she could control everything.

Her image.

Her relationships.

Her future.

But now—

sitting alone in her tiny condominium room, lights dimmed, one hand resting on her swelling abdomen—

control felt like a distant, mocking memory.

The pregnancy test boxes lay scattered on the floor, remnants of the night she took six of them just to be sure.

It wasn’t even denial.

It was panic disguised as certainty.

Edward promised her everything.

“We’ll figure it out,” he told her.

“Just keep quiet for now.”

Except… he wasn’t answering her calls anymore.

The messages she sent stayed marked as delivered.

Never read.

Never replied to.

He used to...