Chapter 26 Y/N's POV "What do you want, Damian?" I asked, my voice flat, my back still turned to him. I couldn't bear to look at him. "Please, y/n, I'm so sorry," he choked out, his voice thick with tears. I finally turned around, my eyes burning with a mixture of pain and rage. "Sorry? Sorry? What exactly are you sorry for, Damian? For tearing my life apart? For what you did to me?" The words tumbled out, raw and broken. "You can't just throw 'sorry' around like it fixes everything." His mother moved closer, her face etched with worry. "I know you're furious with my son, dear," she said softly, her voice laced with a plea. "And you have every right to be. But you have to think about your baby now. Our baby, my child." "But Ma'am," I whispered, my voice trembling, the tears threatening to spill over. "How can I? How can I ever forgive him?" Her eyes met mine, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of something I couldn't quite decipher. "I don't know, my child," she admitted, her voice barely a breath. "But you have to try. You have to think about what's best for your baby. And...and I could never, never allow you to hurt my grandchild,." The last words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning.