Chapter 675

Kian’s hand froze in mid-air. He wanted to stop Ophelia but didn’t want to hurt her.
“Please don’t go. I’m done with them—whatever they say or do. I just want a life with you.”

Ophelia grabbed his hand and pressed it against her flat stomach.
“And our baby? Where’s our child? If you could bring them back, I wouldn’t care if you were with someone else—I just want my baby.”

To her, that child was everything. She’d give up anything before letting them suffer.

Kian’s eyes burned with guilt.
“Don’t say that, Ophelia. You’re the only one I’ve ever loved. Hit me, scream at me, just don’t say things like that.”

Her pain wasn’t just physical—the miscarriage, the recovery, the emotional toll. He had failed her. Even if it wasn’t intentional, he’d added to her pain.

“I never doubted that you loved me,” Ophelia said, her voice breaking. “That’s why I couldn’t stand seeing you with her. I came to your house to drag you out, no matter what. But when I opened the door, you were in her arms.”
That memory tore her apart—betrayal, pain, and humiliation tangled around her like a web she couldn’t escape.