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The grand living room of the Enigma estate lay bathed in the soft, golden glow of late afternoon. Dust motes danced lazily in the slanted light, and the air carried the faint, clean scent of polished wood and fresh flowers. On one end of the long, plush sofa, you sat curled beneath a knit throw, the gentle curve of your belly pressing against the fabric. Eighteen weeks. Your hand rested there absently, tracing slow circles over the swell. The ache in your lower belly was a familiar, humming emptiness—a craving that had nothing to do with food. It was a pull, a deep and insistent hunger that gnawed at your resolve. You had not called him. You were stubborn, even now, even as your body betrayed you with every restless shift. Then, a sound: footsteps, steady and familiar. Your heart skippe…