She slammed the door shut behind her and sneered, “So this is where you’re hiding. You think carrying his child makes you untouchable?”

I barely managed to push myself upright. “You shouldn’t be here,” I said, my voice trembling. “This is a hospital. I’m pregnant.”

She let out a harsh, mocking laugh. “Exactly. That baby should’ve been mine.”

Before I could reach the call button, she grabbed my hair and jerked me forward. A sharp pain shot through my scalp as I screamed. My back slammed into the bed rail, fear knotting in my stomach. In that moment, I wasn’t worried about myself—I was terrified for my unborn child. “Stop!” I cried. “You’re hurting the baby!”

She shoved me down violently. “Good. Maybe then Daniel will finally be free.”

Suddenly, the door burst open and two nurses rushed in, shouting for security. Lena stepped back, breathing hard, her face twisted with rage. One nurse placed herself between us while the other quickly checked my vitals.

Then everything went still.

Heavy footsteps echoed from the hallway. A tall man in a dark suit entered—calm, controlled, and authoritative. He looked at me first, concern softening his eyes.

Then he turned to Lena.