It was as if Linton had vanished from Liliana's life.
He had disappeared into thin air.
He never appeared before her again, never called, never bothered her.
Liliana, for her part, felt a sense of relief.
She adapted quite well. Her reaction to Linton's absence was placid; she even felt grateful for it.
In her small apartment abroad, she ate well, slept well, and focused on her pregnancy.
When she had free time, she handled work and sketched designs online.
Life passed by peacefully.
Like it did for most ordinary people.
There were no dramatic upheavals, no heart-stopping thrills, just the simple, earnest business of living.
And Liliana found that this quiet, tranquil life brought her an immense sense of inner comfort.
The gloom that had once clung to her like a shroud was swept away. Her mood was no longer irritable, suffocated, or frantic.
Liliana had another session with her therapist.
Her test results showed that her condition had improved significantly. With this recovery, as long as she avoided any major emotional shocks, a relapse was highly unlikely.
This was good news for Liliana, the best news she'd had in a long time.
She felt a genuine sense of joy.
To celebrate, she even cooked a special feast to treat herself.
BBQ pork ribs, Honey Garlic Wings, Minestrone, Meatloaf...
All her favorites. Life was good.
The only inconvenience was that, starting from the third month of her pregnancy, her belly began to show, growing bigger by the day and making it a bit harder to move around.
Worried about safety, Liliana didn't go out much.
Her range of activity was limited. If she wanted a walk, she could only stroll on the apartment's small balcony to soak up some sun.
Perhaps someone feared she would get bored.
One day, a white grand piano was suddenly delivered to her home.
Liliana was surprised. She went to find Liam and asked, "Did you buy this too?"



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