Page 13 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 3

Strength.

I saw a woman who’d survived a divorce that nearly destroyed her.

I saw a woman who’d picked herself up and found a way to make money when she had nothing.

I saw a woman who’d been manipulated, lied to, and used—and who was still standing.

I wasn’t broken.

I was angry.

And anger was fuel.

I wrapped the towel around myself and walked out of the bathroom, my steps steady and sure.

I didn’t know what came next. I didn’t know how I was going to navigate this mess with Amai and Kaisen and the Landry family.

But I knew one thing for certain.

I wasn’t going to let them win.

I wasn’t going to let them take my babies, my body, my life.

I was going to fight.

And I was going to win.

Because I was Truth Renois.

And I belonged to myself.

I walked into my bedroom, the towel still wrapped around me, and sat on the edge of the bed. My hair dripped water onto my shoulders, but I didn’t care. I just needed a moment to breathe.

To feel the weight of my decision settle into my bones.

I was done with Amai.

I was done letting men control my narrative.

I was done being a pawn.

My phone buzzed on the nightstand, and I glanced at the screen.

Kaisen.

My jaw tightened.

For a moment, I considered letting it go to voicemail. I didn’t have the energy for another conversation with a Landry man. I didn’t have the patience for more lies, more manipulation, more half-truths disguised as concern.

But then I thought about everything that had happened today.

The clinic. The twins. Yahmaria. Winston.

And Kaisen—Kaisen, who’d been so consistent, so present, so safe—had known.

He’d known Amai was married.

And he hadn’t said a damn word.