Since arriving, Darian had been sitting in heavy silence. He didn't speak, and naturally, Tanya didn't either.
After an eternity, he finally broke the quiet. "You... can go."
Three simple words, yet they seemed agonizingly difficult for him to force out, his voice faltering mid-sentence. But he said them anyway. For Yulisa.
Tanya looked at him, didn't utter a single syllable, stood up, and walked toward the door without a shred of hesitation. It was as if she had been waiting for this exact moment for a lifetime.
Seeing her leave so decisively made Darian's chest tighten painfully.
"Tanya," he called out softly.
She paused but didn't turn around. "Is there something else?"
"Can't you keep the baby?" His voice dripped with palpable sorrow.
He was hurting. He knew there was a high probability she wouldn't keep the child, and he couldn't bear to lose it.
But Yulisa had to come back alive. No matter how he looked at it, her survival was paramount. Starla was terrifying. The way she had systematically dismantled Fairfax was genuinely suffocating. When she threatened Yulisa's life, Darian simply couldn't risk calling her bluff.
Tanya turned to look at him, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Darian, maybe you should ask yourself why you're really letting me go."
His heart sank even further.
"It's because of Yulisa."
Even though him letting her go was exactly what she wanted, the sheer audacity of him asking her to keep the baby was astounding.
"What gives you the right to ask me to keep this child?" He had absolutely zero right.
Darian's breathing grew ragged. "Starla wants Yulisa dead. Do you really think I can just..."


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