Chapter 55 Fifty Five

• Zoraya
• Axel’s hand was warm against mine, his touch grounding me as I struggled to hold back the flood of emotions swelling within me. I hadn’t expected him to do this—to acknowledge my unborn child with such tenderness. I had feared disgust, rejection, even silent resentment. But instead, I was met with understanding.
• “I don’t know what the future holds,” he murmured, his voice steady, “but I know one thing—I want to be in it with you.”