The night did not get quieter.
It got louder.
The ocean crashed harder, like it was warning them—this was only the beginning.
Inside the villa, no one spoke for a long moment.
Vivian stood beside Sebastian, her hand still in his. But her mind… it was racing. Pregnant. The word kept echoing in her head. Over and over, like a drumbeat she couldn't escape.
She turned slightly, looking at him again. He looked the same. Calm. Sharp. Unmoved.
"How do we start?" she asked softly.
Sebastian didn't look at her immediately.
"We don't react," he said. A pause. "We dismantle."
Vivian swallowed hard. That word… it sounded final. Deadly. Unforgiving.
Before she could ask more—his phone buzzed again. This time, a message. Sebastian opened it without hesitation. His eyes scanned quickly, and then—he turned the screen toward her.
A document.
Medical report.
Cynthia's name at the top.
Vivian's heart skipped.
"This is what she'll use," Sebastian said.
