Kiara’s POV

The warm sunlight filtered through the glass panels of the mall as I strolled through the aisles, scanning the shelves for baby supplies.

It felt strange, finally being free of the weight Eric had put on my life. It was like breathing fresh air after being suffocated for so long.

Wilson, with his gentle touch and steady presence, had filled the cracks Eric had left in my heart. I was finally starting to believe in happiness again. I picked up a soft, baby-pink blanket and smiled, imagining my little one wrapped in it.

Wilson had been so excited when we talked about the baby last night, his eyes...