LOGINIvy's POVZayn didn’t explode. Instead, he simply stood there by the window, the evening light casting long shadows across his exhausted face. His shoulders slumped slightly, but his voice remained quiet, almost gentle. “Where do you plan to stay then, Ivy?”I swallowed hard, my swollen eyes stinging with fresh tears I refused to let fall. “I don’t know,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. The truth tasted bitter. “But I’ll figure something out. I always have. I refuse to be dependent on you anymore, Zayn. Not after everything.”He nodded slowly, not dismissing my words but clearly troubled by them. He pulled the chair closer to the bed and sat down, his wrinkled suit jacket creaking. For a long moment, he just looked at me, the same man who had once seen a desperate woman on the street and offered her shelter without hesitation. Now that shelter felt like a cage lined with painful memories.“I’m not trying to force you to forgive me,” he said calmly, though guilt still shad
Ivy's POVMorning light filtered softly through the half-drawn blinds, casting pale golden stripes across the white hospital ceiling. I woke slowly, my body heavy and my mind foggy from the sedatives they had given me. My eyes felt swollen and gritty from hours of crying myself to sleep. The room was quiet except for the steady beeping of the monitors and the distant hum of hospital activity in the hallway. For a brief, merciful second, I forgot. Then my hand moved instinctively to my stomach, fingers pressing against the now-empty swell.The realization crashed over me again, quieter this time, no screaming, no violent sobs. Just a deep, hollow numbness that settled in my chest like lead. My baby was gone. The tiny life that had represented hope amid the chaos of living under Zayn’s roof had slipped away in a pool of blood and pain. I closed my eyes tightly, willing the tears not to fall again, but they came anyway, silent and hot against my cheeks.I turned my head slightly and saw
Ivy's POVShock hit me like ice water. My heart stuttered, matching the sudden frantic beeping of the monitor. I pushed myself up slightly against the pillows, ignoring the sharp pull in my abdomen. Tears already welled in my eyes, blurring his face. “What did the doctor say?” I asked, my voice trembling. “Zayn, tell me. Please. What did he say about the baby?”He avoided my gaze at first, staring at the floor, then at the window, anywhere but at me. The silence stretched, suffocating. When he finally looked up, his eyes were filled with a pain that mirrored my own growing dread.“They... they weren’t able to save the child.”The words landed like a hammer to my chest. For a second, the world went completely silent. No beeping, no hum of machines, nothing. Just those devastating words echoing in my head.They weren’t able to save the child.A sob tore from my throat before I could stop it. “No...” Tears spilled down my cheeks, hot and relentless. “No, that can’t be right. You’re lyin
Ivy's POVThe drive to the hospital became a blur of flashing lights, frantic voices, and suffocating silence.Everything felt distant, as if I were floating outside my own body while pain anchored me firmly in place. The luxury sedan tore through the city streets with a speed that should have terrified me, but I barely registered the way we swerved between cars or the angry blare of horns fading behind us. Inside the vehicle, time stretched like taffy, every second an eternity of agony. My world had narrowed to the burning throb in my abdomen, the sticky warmth of blood still seeping, and the strong arms holding me together.Zayn refused to let go.He cradled me against his chest like I was something precious and breakable, one arm supporting my shoulders while his other hand gripped mine so tightly I could feel his pulse racing against my skin. His expensive black suit was ruined, blood stains spreading across the fabric, but he didn’t seem to notice. I could hear his heartbeat, fas
Ivy's POVI stood frozen, my breath catching in my throat as my eyes locked onto the crimson stains blooming across the stone like macabre flowers. The warm liquid trickled down my inner thighs, soaking through the fabric of my dress, and a wave of nausea mixed with terror rose in my chest.No… No… Not now. Not after everything we had endured.My hands flew to my stomach instinctively, wrapping around the slight swell that had only recently become noticeable. The tiny life inside me felt so fragile, so vulnerable. I pressed my palms tighter, as if sheer willpower alone could shield it from the cruel reality unfolding around us.Tears blurred my vision, hot and relentless, spilling down my cheeks and mingling with the sweat beading on my forehead."Please..." I whispered, my voice cracking into the still afternoon air. "Please don't leave me... Not you too."Another sharp pain ripped through my abdomen, twisting like a serrated blade. I gasped, doubling over as a cry tore from my lips
Ivy's POVThe room fell into a suffocating silence.Neither of us.Not because I expected him to apologize, but because a small part of me still believed he would stop this. He would sigh, rub his forehead, and tell me he hadn't meant a word of it.Instead, he simply stood there. His face remained unreadable. The distance between us had never felt so great.A bitter smile tugged at my lips. "So that's really how it ends?"He didn't answer.I let out a slow breath and lowered my gaze to my stomach, gently resting my palm against it."I've spent every day praying that I'd be strong enough to protect you," I whispered softly, though I wasn't sure whether I was speaking to my baby or myself."I'll leave."The words sounded strangely peaceful. As though the decision had already been made for me.I lifted my eyes one last time. "I won't ask you to change your mind. I won't beg. I won't make things difficult for you."Another silence settled between us. It hurt far more than shouting ever co
Ivy's POVThe sleek black SUV glided to a stop in front of Kane Enterprises, and I shifted in my seat, one hand instinctively pressing against my stomach. Zayn had insisted that I followed him to his office today so I wouldn't be bored at home.“You good?” Zayn asked again, his voice low as the en
Ivy’s POVI stood in front of the mirror in the room Zayn had given me, staring at myself for a long time without moving. The reflection staring back didn’t feel like me anymore. My face was still the same, but everything else had changed.My eyes looked tired in a different way now.A soft knock i
Ivy's POV My eyes fluttered open slowly, my lashes brushing against something soft. For a moment, I didn’t move. I just lay there, trying to understand where I was.The ceiling above me wasn’t white hospital paint anymore.It was warm cream.I turned my head slightly.The room was large. Too large
Ivy's POV“Divorce,” I whispered, like the word itself might shatter me. My eyes burned. “Why? What did I do wrong? Just tell me…”Rowan exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his hair.“Sienna… Sienna is pregnant with my child, and I can't abandon her. We need to end things for me to focus on he







