Amara's POV

The whispers morphed into a venomous cloud of accusations, a chorus of judgmental voices that swirled around me like a hurricane. I felt their stares, their condemnation and a physical weight on my shoulders. I was a spectacle, an object of public scorn.

"Giving birth out of wedlock… a tramp," someone whispered, the words like tiny daggers piercing my skin.

"Who even knows who the father is? She probably tried to pin the child on Cassian the moment she started working for ...