The Love He Destroyed, My New Power

Our penthouse apartment, once a haven, now felt like a cold, empty tomb. Th

on. I dried my hair methodically, then collapsed onto the bed, too exhausted to even properly

drag me into a restless sleep, the fr

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ed, his eyes heavy-lidded. "Alexis?" His voice was soft, laced with

d at the ceiling, feeling not

d up the towel from the floor, and began to softly dry my hair. The familiar rh

rumble. "I told you, it's just a temporary arra

w to prey on my lingering hope, my desperate need for his lo

warm against my ear. "Just

oice flat, devoid of emotion. "Wh

isn't a request, Alexis," he said, his voice low and firm. "It's how things have to be." He paused, then

my stomach. "I'll be gone for a few days," he said without looking at me.

knew. He knew I was pregnant, alone, and heartbroken, yet he chose to lea

at night, a superficial check-in. I stopped replying. Eventually, they stopped co

r's reassuring words again, to feel connected to the tiny life inside me. I was walking out of the clinic, a t

ock as she recognized me. Then they dropped to my ha

Her eyes scanned the image, then narrowed dangerously. "And what is this? A

on's baby!" I snapped, snatching the pi

u think we're fools? You think you can just show up with some random baby and claim it's a Fuller?" Her eyes blazed with contem