Chapter 74 I Am Done

Elena’s Point Of View The hall was silent. Not the kind of silence that lingers after a whisper, but the kind that crashes like a wave freezing mid-air, like a breath caught in the throat, like the world itself holding still. Every eye was on me. Every ear strained. Every heartbeat echoed in the hollow space between Matilda’s words and the void they left behind. “You can’t. You’ve never been pregnant before. You’ve never felt it. You’ve never lost one either. Not even a miscarriage!!!” Her voice was a blade, sharp and deliberate, twisting into the one wound I had spent years trying to stitch shut. The words ripped through me… not like a cut, but like a cavity, hollowing me out from the inside. My chest caved. My lungs burned. My hands, still trembling from the confrontation with Lilian, now clenched into fists so tight my nails bit into my palms. I could feel it, the way the crowd’s gaze shifted. The way their whispers stilled. The way the air itself thickened, heavy with the weight of