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I woke up the next morning feeling like a heavy weight was pressing down on me, squeezing the air out of my lungs. Depression settled over me like a thick blanket, making it hard to summon the energy to even get out of bed. Zara had came to take me to the dining for breakfast, but I couldn't bring myself to join them for breakfast, she even brought it to me as Victor wanted but I had less appetite than my will to live. Instead, I dragged myself to the bathroom, showered, and dressed in clothes that felt too light for my weary body.

Back in bed, I hesitated before reaching for my phone. I knew there would be notifications waiting for me, but I wasn't sure if I had the strength to face them. With a heavy sigh, I finally checked my phone and was greeted by a flood of notifications.

One of them was a news page I had subscribed to before the baby incident. They had reposted a picture of Victor and me at a red carpet event we attended together. As I stared at the image, I couldn't help but