Pregnant. Lost.
I didn’t even know I had been carrying a child.
When I finally left the room, my legs felt weak, my chest hollow. Then I stopped.
Sabine’s voice floated from just beyond the corner, lowered but still clear enough to hear. “Nikolai… I think she’s beginning to suspect something.”
Nikolai let out a dismissive laugh. “So what? She won’t have any proof.” His tone turned colder, more calculating. “I’ll make sure she never gets her vision back. Every doctor who’s handled her case is already taken care of. She doesn’t need to see again. As long as she remains blind, she’ll always be under my control.”
The doctor’s office Sabined the sharp scent of disinfectant, the air sterile and heavy. It felt too quiet, too controlled — like the calm before something devastating.
“Yes,” he finally admitted, breaking the silence. “Nikolai paid me. He instructed me to make sure you never recovered your sight… and he arranged the same with the other doctors.”
The words cut deep, like something sharp twisting inside my chest. “You’re saying… I could’ve seen all this time?”