Elena's POV

I shut the door behind me and leaned against it, breathing in the silence that seemed almost alien after the storm Damian had brought into my life. My chest ached—not just from anger, not just from betrayal—but from exhaustion. From the constant weight of decisions I hadn’t made yet, from the growing life inside me that I didn’t even know I wanted.

I had tried. God, I had tried to manage everything: my job, my life, my pride, the absurd love triangle that had become my ...