CHAPTER 92— HOSPITAL TENSIONDiana’s hands tightened into fists at her sides. Tina’s words cut through her like ice.“You never should’ve married him,” Tina said, sharp and cold. “He doesn’t give a damn about you. About your company. All he cares about is your money.”Diana felt her stomach drop. Heat and anger tangled in her chest. She had suspected it, yes — but hearing it aloud, seeing it thrown at her like a weapon, made her feel raw.“I know!” she snapped, voice shaking more than she wanted. “I see it every damn day!”Tina leaned forward, eyes piercing. “Then why do you still act like it matters? Why let him play with everything you built, like it’s his to control?”Diana’s teeth ground together. “Because… maybe I’m tired of fighting,” she admitted, almost a whisper, her pride warring with the truth. “Tired of pretending he cares. Tired of pretending I care.”Tina straightened, but the intensity didn’t fade. “Then stop pretending,” she said, low and steady. “Stop giving him power

CHAPTER 94 — MINE ALREADYDIANA’S POVDiana strode out of the hospital room, and the tension followed her like smoke clinging to silk. The fluorescent ceiling lights glared too bright, reflecting off the marble floor where her heels clicked in sharp, decisive rhythm. Every step felt like a release of pressure that somehow made her chest tighter instead of lighter.Behind her, Harry kept pace—close enough that she could feel him there, but far enough that he wasn’t intruding. His calmness irritated her more than Kelvin’s outburst had. Harry always had this collected way about him, like chaos existed only for other people.“Do you think I was supposed to talk to him that way?” Diana muttered without looking back. Her voice stayed low, clipped, restrained only because the silence of the hallway demanded it.Harry’s lips curved—just slightly, just enough to be noticed. “You did perfectly,” he said. “Kelvin needed the reminder.” His tone was almost lazy. Too relaxed. “The cocky bastard fo

CHAPTER 96– STILL IN THE CARBefore Diana could even form a sharp retort, his hand was at the nape of her neck. Not a suggestion. A command. He dragged her bodily across the center console, the leather cool and slick under her palms. The gearshift dug into her hip bone, a sharp, almost painful punctuation mark to the sudden movement. But the sting was irrelevant, forgotten the instant his mouth crashed down on hers.This wasn't the tender exploration from before. This was pure, unadulterated claim. He tasted of expensive whiskey and a reckless night, a flavor that promised no apologies come morning. She met his hunger with her own, a wildfire igniting in her blood. Her fingers twisted into his dark hair, pulling him closer, kissing him back like her life depended on winning a forgotten argument. The console, the car, the world outside—it all just vanished.He broke the kiss with a ragged, torn sound, his breath coming in hot, uneven gusts against her wet lips. His eyes were pure midni

CHAPTER 98 — THE GIRL AT THE DOORFor a second—maybe longer—the hallway felt soundless.No hotel noise. No air conditioner hum. No heartbeat. Nothing.Just that girl. That belly. That sentence.He’s the father of my child.The world didn’t just tilt. It folded in on itself.Diana felt the blood drain from her fingertips. Her hand was still on the door, knuckles pale, grip rigid—like if she let go, she’d fall apart. Her lips parted, but her voice failed her. The woman in front of her shifted, anxious, exhausted, and profoundly sincere.Harry was behind her—she didn’t even have to turn to feel him tense, energy sharp like a storm behind her spine.Diana swallowed.Her voice came out thin. “I think you have the wrong—”The girl shook her head before she finished.“No. I don’t.”Her voice was quiet. But certainty lived inside it.Something cold slithered down Diana’s throat and coiled deep in her stomach.“Come inside,” she said finally.It was automatic. A reflex born from manners drille

CHAPTER 100 — FIRE AT THE THRESHOLDKelvin’s chest heaved, hands gripping the doorframe. His heart was a storm. Every nerve screamed, every thought collided with fear and fury.“I need my daughter back.” Diana’s words were quiet, but they cut like fire.Kelvin laughed bitterly. “No. You’re not getting her. Not today. Not ever.”Diana stepped closer, her presence fierce, unyielding. She didn’t plead. She didn’t soften. “Two days, Kelvin. Two days. Then Mia comes with me. No excuses. No games.”Kelvin froze, jaw tight. “Two days? You think you get to set the rules? She’s my daughter. I decide what happens.”Harry’s smirk was there in the background, silent and poisonous. Kelvin ignored him, focusing on Diana. “You don’t get to intimidate me. You don’t get to walk in here and dictate anything.”Diana’s eyes were sharp, fire lacing every glance. “Watch me.” Her tone was calm, deadly calm. “I’m not asking, Kelvin. I’m telling you. Two days. That’s all you get.”Lila flinched, clutching her