Many years ago, she left his world carrying their unborn child. Now, the man who had abandoned her felt as if his heart were in pieces, filled with endless regret. He was determined to tear the world apart to win her and their daughter back. ===== "NO... PLEASE... STAY AWAY! Don't hurt my baby, PLEASE!" My voice was barely audible, I curled up in the farthest corner of the operating room, my body pressed against the icy wall. The white dress I wore was wrinkled and stained, as crumpled as the chaos in my heart. I must've looked like a mess-my hair tangled and stuck to my tear-streaked face, my lips bitten raw, streaked with bl**d. But none of that mattered anymore. Not here. Not now. The doctors moved with sterile precision, dressed in pale blue scrubs, their gloved hands calmly arranging gleaming instruments that shimmered under the harsh fluorescent lights. The anesthesiologist adjusted the IV bag above me, the silver glint of the needle burning into my vision. "It's a simple procedure," he said with a professional smile. "It'll be over quickly." "Liar!" I shook my head violently, as if I could somehow shake his words out of my mind. "You're all liars! Mu**erers! You're trying to k**l my baby!" That child was all I had left-the only thing anchoring me to this life. How could I just give up on him? The head nurse stepped forward. Her face was colder than any of the doctors'. She grabbed my wrist with a grip like iron, sharp and emotionless. She motioned to the two orderlies. "Hold her down." As they reached for me, something primal surged up inside me. I screamed, broke free with every ounce of strength I had, and shoved her backward. She stumbled, crashing into the others. The room descended into chaos. And then- The door burst open. For a moment, my heart leapt. Kane? Did he change his mind? Did he finally come to save us? But no. It wasn't him. It was Baron-his assistant. He stood in the doorway, brows furrowed, his eyes filled with disdain. The way
