Lisa’s POV

I placed a hand over my stomach. The movement was instinctive, comforting, and somehow... grounding.

There wasn’t a bump. Not yet. But still, I felt something. Maybe not physical, but it was real. Something growing inside me. A life I hadn’t planned for, but one I would protect with everything I had.

Especially after losing this before… because of them.

Even if it meant playing along with this insane life. Even if it meant smiling at people I didn’t trust and pretending to be the happy wife of a man who could make people disappear with a glance.

I would do it.

Because the baby deserved a chance....