Chapitre 94: Little Ash

Leila's POV:

The sterile scent of the hospital clung to me as Drake guided me down the cold, brightly lit hallway. My legs felt shaky, and I leaned heavily on the wheelchair they had insisted I use. The aftermath of the surgery still had my body weak, and the emotional storm inside me made it all worse. But all of that faded as we reached the doors of the neonatal unit, the only thing on my mind was seeing my baby boy. 

Our baby.

I glanced at Drake, who stood by my side in silent guilt, his face drawn tight with tension. The bond between us, once so strong and secure, now felt like a fragile thread on the verge of snapping. My anger toward him still simmered beneath the surface, raw and unhealed. But I pushed those feelings aside for now, focusing on the one thing that mattered more than my hurt and his betrayal—our son.