LOGINDr. Valentina By the time Kumba arrives, I have already gone over the files three times, not because there is anything new to find but because I need to be sure.I go through everything, the names, the time stamps, the signatures, everything in my head and none of it feels that way anymore.The knock comes once and I already know who it was“Come in,” I say.The door opens, and there he is, he doesn’t greet me or waste his time with formalities, he walks in like he owns the space, his presence filling the room instantly, his expression hard and unreadable.“What’s going on?” he asks going straight for it. I exhale slowly, setting the file down in front of me.“Moraa was here,” I say and notice his jaw tightens at the mention of her name.“When?”“Earlier today.”He steps further into the room, his gaze locking onto mine.“And? What did she want?”“She was asking questions,” I continue. “About the insemination.”There is a pause before he speaks again, but he seems a bit confused now
Diane Pain wakes me up first, it's not sharp unbearable pain, it's just uncomfortable. A dull, steady throb that settles behind my eyes and stretches down the side of my face like a reminder that something happened.I inhale slowly, taking in the fresh clean air. My eyes flutter open, the light above me too bright at first, forcing me to squint. The ceiling is unfamiliar, white and endless, and for a moment I just lie there, trying to piece together how I got here.My head feels heavy and my body too slow.I lift a hand instinctively, wincing slightly as my fingers brush against something rough.“What? Where am I?” My voice comes out dry and weaker than I expect. “What’s going on?”A figure moves into my line of sight that's when I see clearly, she is wearing the nurse uniform which means she must be one, she looks young but very professional.“Good, you are awake,” she says gently, offering a small reassuring smile. “That’s good, you gave us quite a scare there miss Diane.”I blin
Moraa. There is a possibility that another woman is out there carrying his child and the thought alone makes something twist painfully inside me because that was supposed to be me, I was the one supposed to carry his child. I swallow slowly, trying to keep my expression steady, but I can feel it, the shift in me, the way everything suddenly feels more urgent.Kumba has always been many things distant, calculating, frustrating but this?This version of him, this is the one that wins, the one that gets what he wants always.I sit across from him, my fingers lightly resting against my lap, but inside me, my thoughts are moving fast, too fast. Because this changes everything, I hadn’t planned on telling him anything or anyone really. I was going to figure it out myself, piece it together slowly and carefully and find out exactly what happened that day, who messed with the procedure, why it didn’t work, Why I didn’t get pregnant.Because that was the plan, it was simple and I knew who
Gesare.I didn't sleep at all, I mean how could I even get any sleep with a billionaire passed out on my cheap hotel bed. Maybe for a few minutes here and there I did close my eyes, but nothing that counts.The entire night sits heavy in my chest, replaying over and over again like something my mind refuses to let go of. Every word he said. Every accusation he made before when he came here. But the question that echoed in my mind was him questioning everything I told him about myself, how could he think someone can lie about stuff like that. I close my eyes briefly, pressing my lips together as I sit on the edge of the chair across from the bed, it was the only other furniture in the hotel room.Kumba is still lying on the bed, in the same exact spot where he passed out last night. Half on his side, one arm thrown across the mattress, breathing slow and deep like none of it ever happened.My gaze lingers on him longer than I want it to, taking in the view of his perfect manly body
Gesare.His lips are still on mine when the world tilts and that’s the only way I can explain it.One moment we are lying side by side under the open sky, the faint flicker of candlelight dancing around us, and the next, everything narrows down to him, to the way his mouth moves against mine, to the way my body reacts without asking permission.The kiss deepens again, more urgent this time, like something unspoken has finally been let loose. My fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, needing him closer, and he doesn’t resist, not even a little, If anything, he meets me there and matches me.His hand slides from my waist, up along my side, slow but deliberate, like he is learning me through touch. The warmth of his palm against my skin sends a shiver straight through me, my breath catching against his lips.“Kumba” I barely get his name out before he kisses me again, softer this time, but somehow more intense like he is trying to slow this down, like he is figh
Kumba.I push through the glass doors, stepping into the parking lot, the late afternoon sun hitting harder than it should. For a second, I just stand there, my hand tightening around my car keys as everything Dr Valentina just said replays in sharp fragments in my head.Moraa was asking questions about the insemination because what started as a mistake something clean, unfortunate, explainable is turning into something else entirely.I unlock my car and get in, the door shutting with a dull thud that feels louder than it should. The engine starts, smooth, familiar, grounding.I pull out of the parking lot, merging into traffic, my mind already working ahead, connecting pieces that refuse to settle into anything solid.Valentina is scared and that much is clear, I could see it her face, hear it in her voice. I have known her for a while now, and not many things scare dr Valentina which is why this was unsettling for me, she looked terrified. My phone rings and I glance at the scree
Kumba. The moment I read the message, something in me snapped, I didn’t even remember grabbing my keys.One second I was staring at my phone, the words “She signed herself out” burning into my skull, and the next I was already halfway out the door, jacket thrown over my shoulder, the faint burn of
KumbaThe ultrasound image wouldn’t leave my mind, it was all I could see. No matter how hard I tried to focus on anything else, that grainy black and white picture kept flashing behind my eyes.I shoved the thought away and walked straight through the hospital corridor, ignoring the curious glance
Gesare. The first thing I noticed when I woke up was how quiet it was apart from the machines humming and the soft murmurs of the nurses talking at the station down the corridor.The second thing I noticed was the pain.It throbbed through my leg like a slow drumbeat, dull but heavy, reminding me
Kumba. When Dr. Valentina called and told me she needed to see me immediately, my stomach dropped because it was never good news when she called. She had been my doctor through every brutal stage of my cancer treatment. If she was asking me to come to the hospital in person, it wasn't for small ta







