DAPHNE’S POV

The world felt smaller, louder, lined in ink; every headline wasn’t just about me anymore it was about whether I deserved to be a mother at all.

They say the boardroom is just another kind of battlefield.

And today, every set of eyes felt like a loaded weapon pointed at me.

“Miss Rivera, if you could walk us through the numbers again?” one of the directors asked, voice clipped, too smooth to be anything but suspicious.

I adjusted the papers in front of me, though my hands ...