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Whitney’s heart tightened as she watched Bryce disappear through the hospital room door, the echo of his parting words lingering in the air like a fading melody. He meant every word—she knew that—but sincerity didn’t make the situation any less surreal. His protective embrace had stirred something in her, a fragile sense of safety she hadn’t felt in so long. But beneath that comfort was an aching void.

How had it come to this? Engaged to a man she barely knew, while the father of her child treated them both with ruthless indifference.

The silence stretched until Tiana finally broke it, her voice a quiet balm. “Whitney… are you really okay? Bryce seems sincere, but—this is all happening so fast.”

Whitney swallowed hard. “I don’t know,” she confessed, her voice brittle. “I want to believe him. But this engagement… it doesn’t feel like a beginning. It feels like a shield. A way to keep Ludwik away from the baby. Not love. Not anything like what I dreamed of.”

She stared down at her trembling hands, willing them to be still. But her soul felt just as unsteady.

Valerie, always the steady voice of reason, stepped closer. “Sometimes, the lines between right and wrong aren’t clear, Whit. Sometimes, survival means making choices that don’t fit into neat little boxes. If this engagement keeps you and your child safe, maybe it’s exactly the choice you need to make.”

Whitney lifted her eyes, searching Valerie’s face. “But it’s not real. It’s a promise built on fear.”

“Maybe it didn’t start the way you imagined,” Valerie said gently, “but real things can grow from unlikely places. Bryce has shown you he cares. And care, especially when it’s consistent, can turn into something deeper.”

Tiana nodded, leaning in with compassion in her eyes. “You deserve more than just survival, Whitney. You deserve to be loved—truly loved—and Bryce might be offering you a chance at that. Maybe not today. But maybe someday.”

Whitney’s throat tightened, their words stirring something fragile inside her. Love. Could she still believe in it? After the betrayal, after Ludwik’s rejection, after the months of loneliness? Her heart bore too many scars to count. But the idea of a future where she wasn’t constantly bracing for impact… that was a hope she couldn’t ignore.

She turned toward the window, where sunlight streamed in bright and mocking, as if unaware of the shadow clouding her heart. “I don’t know if I believe in love anymore,” she whispered. “But I don’t have the luxury of waiting for a perfect story. Maybe I have to start with what’s here—what’s real, even if it’s not what I imagined.”

She looked at her two friends—her anchors in this chaotic storm—and found strength in their steady presence. “Maybe I’ll give it a chance. For the baby.”

Tiana offered a warm, encouraging smile. “That’s the first step. And you’re not taking it alone.”

Valerie gave her a quiet nod, her expression softening. “Whatever happens next, we’re with you. Always.”

A fragile sense of resolve settled in Whitney’s chest. The road ahead was uncertain, and the engagement might only be a protective façade for now, but perhaps—just perhaps—it could evolve into something real. For now, she would move forward, one day at a time, letting the future take shape as it would.

Outside, Bryce stood at the hospital entrance, one hand on the door handle, the other curled loosely at his side. He glanced back toward the room, as if he could see her through the walls. His jaw was tight, his mind consumed by everything that had just happened—and everything that was still to come.

There was no question in his heart. He would protect Whitney. He would fight for the child. No matter the cost.

He had built his life on business, power, and strategy. But now, at this unexpected juncture, love and responsibility stood above all. For the first time in years, his priorities had shifted—and they were no longer negotiable.

A small smile touched his lips, not of joy, but of quiet resolve. He knew the storm wasn’t over. Ludwik’s fury loomed just beyond the horizon, and Elaine—calculated, manipulative—was far from done. The fight ahead wasn’t only for Whitney’s heart. It was for the life they might build together.

And Bryce? He wasn’t backing down.

He turned away from the hospital, heading toward his next meeting, but his thoughts never left her side.

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