Chapter 4

The doctor' s office felt cold, sterile, a stark contrast to the churning emotions inside me. I lay on the examination table, my swollen belly exposed, as the ultrasound wand glided across my skin. The soft whoosh-whoosh of my baby' s heartbeat filled the room, a rhythmic reminder of the precious life growing within me.

"He's perfectly healthy, Elinor," Dr. Albright said, her voice warm, as she pointed to the flickering image on the screen. "Strong heartbeat, good development. You're doing wonderfully."

A wave of overwhelming love washed over me, momentarily eclipsing the darkness. My son. My Apollo. He was perfect.

Dr. Albright paused, her gaze softening. "I know this is a difficult time for you, given what you told me. But... are you absolutely sure about your decision? To terminate the pregnancy?"

My breath hitched. The words, spoken aloud, were like a physical blow. Terminate. It was the only way, I had convinced myself. The only way to truly disappear, to erase the threat Holden posed. If there was no child, he would have no reason to search. No reason to pursue me.

But then I saw him again, on the screen. His tiny hands, his strong, beating heart. How could I? How could I do this to him? To my innocent baby? He was the only good thing that had come from this nightmare.

"I... I need more time to think," I stammered, my voice barely a whisper. The thought of losing him, after fighting so hard to keep him from Holden, was unbearable. He was mine.

Dr. Albright nodded gently. "Take all the time you need, Elinor. But remember, the further along you are, the more complicated things become. The choice is yours, but it's a profound one." She handed me a pamphlet with information on prenatal care and support groups. "Keep up with your vitamins. And try to rest."

I walked out of the clinic, the crisp autumn air biting at my exposed skin. I pulled my coat tighter, but the chill was internal, seeping into my bones. My mind was a whirlwind of agonizing indecision. My son. My fierce, urgent need to protect him. And the terrible, heartbreaking options laid before me.

Just as I reached the street, a sleek black car pulled up to the curb. The tinted window rolled down, revealing Holden's impassive face. He looked expensive, impeccably dressed, a stark contrast to my worn coat and weary demeanor. His eyes, however, held a chilling intensity.

"Elinor," he said, his voice a low growl. "What are you doing here?"

Before I could answer, he was out of the car, his hand clamping around my wrist. His grip was steel, painful against my delicate skin. "You're supposed to be home. Where's my child?"

"Let go of me!" I hissed, trying to pull away. The pain in my wrist made me wince.

"Don't play games, Elinor. Running away, ignoring my calls-what is this, some pathetic attempt to gain leverage? You think I'll just let you vanish with my heir?" His eyes burned with a cold fury. "Don't forget who you're dealing with."

"I haven't forgotten," I retorted, my voice trembling with suppressed rage. "I haven't forgotten the prenup, the way you ensured I had nothing. I haven't forgotten Anika McCall, or the fact that you planned to give our child to her. Don't you dare talk to me about playing games, Holden."

He flinched, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. His grip loosened slightly, but he didn't release me. "You... you know?"

"Did you really think I'd be that foolish?" I spat, a bitter laugh escaping my lips. "Did you think I wouldn't piece it together? Anika's birthday as the password, her heart condition, your grand plan to use me as an incubator? I saved your life, Holden. And what did I get in return? To be a sacrificial lamb for your 'true love' and her desperate desire for an heir?"

I yanked my hand free, the momentum sending a jolt through my body. "You stood by and watched as I suffered, as my career stagnated. You let Anika manipulate me, sending me pictures of you together, parading my wedding ring on her finger. Was I so cheap that even my pain was a source of amusement for you both?"

His face went ashen, the color draining from his cheeks. His eyes, usually so composed, now held a flash of something I hadn't seen in years: guilt.

"Elinor, I..." He stammered, his gaze darting away. "I never meant for you to find out this way. There were... complications."

"Complications?" I laughed, a harsh, humorless sound. "The only complication was that I wasn't as blind as you thought. I loved you, Holden. I truly believed in us. But I won't be fooled anymore."

My hand instinctively went to my belly. A fierce, protective warmth spread through me. "This child," I declared, my voice clear and firm, "is mine. He is not yours to give away. And he will not be raised by Anika McCall."

Holden's eyes widened, a dawning horror in their depths. "Elinor, you can't. He's my son. He's a Terry."

"He's a York," I countered, throwing his name back at him like a curse. "And he will have nothing to do with you. Ever."

I turned, my back to him, and hurried away, my steps heavy but determined. I didn't look back, but I heard his desperate call, "Elinor! Wait!" He moved to follow, but I broke into a run, the pain in my side nothing compared to the fire in my soul. I wouldn't let him touch me. I wouldn't let him touch my son.

I made my way back to my small apartment, my heart still pounding. The decision was made. I would keep my baby. I would raise him, love him, and protect him from the man who saw him as property.

A few days later, just as I was starting to believe I might find a sliver of peace, my phone rang. It was Jonathan.

"Elinor," he said, his voice strained. "Holden still refuses to sign the divorce papers. He's threatening to sue for full custody of the child. He's painting you as unstable, claiming you tried to terminate the pregnancy out of spite. He's using his immense resources, Elinor. This will be a brutal fight."

My hand flew to my belly, a silent prayer forming on my lips. My baby. My vulnerable, unborn child. Holden would not win. I closed my eyes, picturing Holden's cold, calculating face, Anika's manipulative smile. They would destroy me, and they would take my son.

A terrifying realization washed over me. I couldn't fight him in the open. He was too powerful, too ruthless. I had no leverage, no resources to match his. All I had was my desperation, my fierce love for my child.

"Jonathan," I said, my voice steady, though my heart was breaking. "Tell me about 'The Underground.' The network that helps women disappear."

His silence was heavy. "Elinor, this is a dangerous path. It's irreversible."

"I know," I replied, a new, chilling resolve settling over me. "But I will not let my son be born into this war. I will not let him be a pawn in Holden's twisted game. Tell me what I need to do. I will make sure Holden agrees to the divorce. And he will never find us."

The phone line crackled, then Jonathan's voice, resigned but determined, came through. "Alright, Elinor. Listen carefully. This is how we begin."