Chapter Fifty One

Scarlett’s POV

But as I examined the gash on my leg, the reality of my situation became undeniable. The pain seared through me, both physical and emotional, intertwining into an agonizing symphony. I pressed my hand against the wound, hoping to stem the flow of blood, to regain some semblance of control.

The pain in my leg throbbed relentlessly, but another fear began to claw at the edges of my mind—an insidious worry that made my heart skip a beat. Could this blood signify something more? Could it be more than just a wound? Dread washed over me as I remembered the life growing within me, the precious secret I had carried.

My hand trembled as I pressed it against my abdomen, as if seeking reassurance. Panic welled up within me, threatening to consume every rational thought. I desperately wanted to believe that this was just an injury, unrelated to the life I had nurtured inside me, but the possibility of something far more devastating loomed ominously.

Tears blurred my vision as I whi