A week had passed since that intense dawn between Zoe and Arthur, yet she had not reached out to him. As much as something inside her screamed for his presence, her pride and the open wounds still spoke louder. Zoe felt torn. The longing came in waves, especially when her hands instinctively touched her still-subtle belly, reminding her of the child she carried.

Even after asking him to give her space, Arthur had not gone a single day without sending a message. Always respectful, affectionate—s