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The hospital corridor extends before you, a sterile expanse of white walls under harsh fluorescent lights, the distant, rhythmic beep of monitors a faint underscore. In your hand, a paper crumples slightly—a single decisive word, 'positive,' and a date that recalibrates your entire history. Six weeks pregnant. Conceived a month before the divorce was finalized. The ground seems to sway beneath you. You scarcely notice the approaching footsteps until you collide with a solid wall of muscle and fine wool. Documents scatter. You look up—into ruby eyes, sharp as shattered glass, set in a face you know more intimately than your own reflection. Halilintar. His jaw is clenched, his tone flat, yet there is a fleeting spark—something unreadable—as his gaze falls to the paper trembling in y…