“Ranya...” Vivian’s voice was weak yet filled with happiness as he walked into the ward. His eyes bore into her, hiding contempt beneath their calm exterior. She pointed towards the crib beside her bed, where the baby lay. “Isn’t she beautiful?”
“Congratulations, Vivian,” Damian greeted, stepping towards the crib and watching the baby. She was beautiful, resembling Vivian a lot.
“How are you, Vivian?” Ranya’s calm voice echoed around the room. Her smile broadened at his demeanor. Before her water broke, she had been constantly nudging Ranya to marry her. Now, she believed he would do the needful as soon as she recovered.
The past few months of being pregnant had been perfect with him. He made her feel loved and cared for, but he had never touched her.
“The baby is lovely,” Damian said,
