Chapter 183

Ayleen ran her palm over the small curve of her belly, the sensation sending a shiver down her spine. It was real. No longer just a fleeting thought or a hazy dream. She was carrying a life inside her—a life she never thought she could have.

Her white coat lay draped over her chair in her hospital cabin as she sat, staring at the faint reflection of herself in the glass window. The past few weeks had passed in a blur. Between Murat’s recovery, the tension with the Durranis, and the ever-looming weight of his upcoming surgery, she had barely found time to let herself feel.

Murat had healed from the bullet wound, but his health condition? That remained the same. Not worse, not better. And every passing day was a reminder that time was running out.

While everyone else carried the weight of his illness differently, Murat remained as indifferent as ever. His focus was solely on dealing with the Durranis, tightening security, and ensuring Ayleen never stepped out without