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Chapter 19
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I sat on the edge of the couch, one hand splayed protectively over the curve of my growing belly, the other clenched around my phone like it was a lifeline. The screen still glowed with Jackson’s message:“I’m coming. Tonight.”My heart stuttered.The letters blurred before my eyes, not because the screen dimmed—but because something inside me did. Like a light flickering in a house that had long since lost power. My lungs struggled to fill, like the air around me had suddenly turned to mist. Thick. Cold. Suffocating.Derrick was gone.Jackson was coming.And I—I was stranded in the middle of it all. Not a victim. Not an innocent. Just a woman who made a choice and now had to live in the storm that followed. A storm I created.I stared at the glowing message, wishing I could delete more than just the words on the screen. Wishing I could erase the past few months—the heat of forbidden touches, the ache of lonely nights, the one decision that had set everything on fire.A sharp gust of
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“Tell me this baby isn’t his.”Derrick’s voice came again—lower now. Steadier.Too steady.The kind of quiet that made my bones ache. The kind that felt like standing at the edge of a cliff, waiting for the earth to give way beneath my feet.He wasn’t yelling.And that—somehow—was so much worse.The silence between his words stretched tight like piano wire. His jaw was locked, eyes fixed on mine, but it was the tremble in his shoulders that betrayed him. A man trying not to break. A man who already had.I stood frozen, my back pressed lightly against the kitchen counter, both hands cradling my belly like it was the only thing tethering me to the ground.My lips parted.No sound came.There was a scream building in my chest—but it wasn’t rage.It was panic.Guilt.Grief.The air between us was thick. I could feel it pushing against me from every direction. Smothering. Suffocating.He waited.Watching me like a man watching his whole life fall apart in real time.The curve of my belly w
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“Tell me this baby isn’t his,” Derrick said again—lower now, steadier. Like he was bracing for a car crash, the kind you see coming in slow motion but can’t stop.I swallowed. My throat was dry. The truth had sat there, just under my ribs for weeks, pressing harder every day.I couldn’t lie. Not anymore.So I exhaled the answer I’d been holding like poison.“It’s Jackson’s.”The air shifted—sharp, slicing through the quiet like shattered glass.Time didn’t stop.It shattered.Derrick’s eyes dropped to my belly, then lifted slowly to my face. He didn’t blink.“You’re serious.”I opened my mouth, desperate for something—anything—that could soften the blow, but all I had were broken pieces.“I didn’t mean—”“Don’t say you didn’t mean it.”His voice wasn’t raised, but it cracked something in me.“We never planned to hurt you. It happened before we—before things got serious with us.”His laugh was jagged, humorless. Like the sound of metal scraping concrete.“So what? I was the consolation
In love with my step-son Chapter 20
It was supposed to be just another normal evening—nothing out of the ordinary. Just the quiet hum of the house settling down for the night. But the moment I stepped into the bedroom, everything changed. The way Derrick looked at me… it was like I was suddenly someone else, a stranger he barely recognized.I had just stepped out of the shower, my damp skin cooling quickly as a thin towel wrapped tightly around my belly. The warmth of the water still lingered on my skin, but inside, my heart was heavy—aching in a way I couldn’t shake. The air in the house felt different, too quiet. Too still. There was this strange weight pressing down on the silence, like it was holding its breath, waiting for something to happen.Usually, even if Derrick wasn’t right beside me, I could tell when something was off with him. It was like a sixth sense—an instinct honed from years of reading every twitch of his face, every change in his voice, every shift in the way he moved. But tonight… this silence was
In love with my step-son Chapter 19
There’s something cruel about growing a lie inside your body—and watching the man you love kiss your belly every morning like it’s a blessing, not a betrayal.My baby bump had finally made its grand appearance, impossible to ignore now. Even beneath the thick robes and oversized shirts I clung to like armor, the roundness of new life pushed through. Strangers smiled at me in the street. Mothers nodded knowingly. Store clerks asked how far along I was with warm eyes, always saying the same thing:“You’re glowing.”They didn’t know that glow was guilt. It wasn’t peace or joy or maternal bliss. It was shame, burning under my skin, pressing against my ribs, hiding in my throat whenever I laughed too easily. I glowed because I was lying every second I breathed.Derrick still didn’t know the child growing inside me didn’t belong to him.And he still treated me like I was carrying something sacred—something we had made together, with love and promises and hope. Every time the baby kicked, he
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It’s terrifying how easily love can blind a man—especially when he’s loving a lie.Today began like any other. Quiet. Dangerous. Thick with secrets that pulsed just beneath the surface. I woke up beside a man who would hand me the world if I asked—if only he knew he wasn’t the one who gave me the tiny life growing inside me.Derrick was already up, his voice drifting in from the kitchen as he hummed some old R&B song, the kind that made everything feel soft and warm. He moved like someone completely at peace. Like a man who’d found happiness.And I... I was curled under the sheets, drowning in the guilt of knowing I’d taken that peace and wrapped it in a lie.Minutes later, he walked in holding a tray like he was room service in a five-star hotel. Fresh fruit, scrambled eggs, toast just the way I liked it, and that peppermint tea he insists helps with my nausea.“Morning, beautiful,” he said gently, placing the tray across my lap like I was made of glass.His lips brushed my forehead—
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