Soraya's POV
The guards didn't speak — not when they grabbed me, not when they dragged me through the cold corridors, and not when they shoved me into a dim room and slammed the door shut behind me.
The lock clicked. My panic echoed louder.
But then… another door opened on the opposite side.
A woman stepped in. Her voice was flat, controlled.
"You'll do exactly as you're told — for the baby's sake."
My baby.
I stilled. The threat was clear. My heartbeat turned sharp and painful.
They cleaned me up. Forced me into a gown — white, elegant, shimmering like a cruel mockery of purity. Fingers tugged through my hair, painting my face with colors meant to hide the terror underneath. Every touch felt like chains tightening.
I didn't fight.
Because Ethan had fought for me.
His voice still rang in my head — I said don't touch her!
His eyes… they believed in me. Protected me.
Maybe… just maybe… I wasn't alone anymore.
The woman finished adjusting the dress.
