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Pregnant With My Stepbrother’s Child 97:
EVELYN Mike didn’t make it.The words played on auto-repeat in my head, louder than my parents’ footsteps outside my door and quieter than the silence that had settled into my bones. They kept watching me like I was some fragile antique on the edge of a shelf, one wrong nudge and I would shatter into pieces no one would bother to glue back together.I’d cried until my chest felt bruised from the inside. My eyes were swollen and dry, but my soul kept leaking. It wasn’t just grief, it was rage and guilt and a desperate wish that I could somehow shut my eyes and wake up in Mike’s arms, with his laugh echoing in a garden in heaven.But he was gone. That was the end of my ever-smiling and caring Mike.And the thing no one seemed to understand, not even my own damn parents was that I didn’t want to be saved from this pain. I didn’t want to be babysat like a porcelain doll. I wanted to sink. I wanted to vanish into the hole he left behind and disappear into his casket. But instead, I had
Pregnant With My Stepbrother’s Child 96:
EVELYN “What did you just say happened to Mike’s dad?” I snapped, slicing into their conversation like a knife I didn’t even know I had picked up. My voice pierced and I bet it rang in their ears like a bell. Or like I was dragging my voice across broken glass just to find one clean answer.Dad’s eyes darted toward Mom’s with something I recognized before they even moved with pain. That silent Morse code they used when they thought I was too little to read between the lines but I could. Even half-asleep, I’d recognize that kind of look. The way Mom’s face dropped ever so slightly, her jaw tightening but not enough to seem obvious. The way Dad wouldn’t meet my eyes. I could read their eye language like subtitles in a foreign film I never wanted to watch.“Princess,” Mom started, voice barely above a whisper like the truth would hurt less if you said it soft. “We don’t want you to blame yourself…”That one sentence sounded like a red flag. You don’t start sentences like that unless th
Pregnant With My Stepbrother’s Child 95: Sweet Like Us
EVELYN If someone had told me a few months ago that I’d be giddy about wedding cake, I would’ve probably rolled my eyes and gone back to sulking under my blanket. But here I was smiling at my reflection in the mirror, applying a swipe of tinted lip balm, with my heart fluttering like I was heading to prom with the boy of my dreams. Except this wasn’t a high school dance. This was real. I was going to taste our wedding cake with Mike. Our wedding cake. Thinking about it, those words made my stomach flip in a good way. This wasn’t just about cake. It was about us, and everything we’d pushed through to get here. All the messy emotions, the silences that said more than words. And somehow, despite everything, we made it back to each other. We were doing normal couple things like cake tasting and it felt like a miracle. I had picked a soft, peachy midi dress that flowed around my knees and bounced up with every step. It was the kind of dress that made you feel like a woman but stil
Pregnant With My Stepbrother’s Child 94:
EVELYN It had been over a month since I had the abortion done and yet here I was, standing in front of my bathroom mirror, feeling as if the world had changed direction on its axis. My body didn’t make sense anymore. I shouldn’t be bleeding.I wasn’t sure what was going on or why my body had betrayed me like this. The blood kept coming and going, fluctuating, like the dead battery of a broken clock. One moment it was light, almost insignificant, and the next, it was as if my body couldn’t contain it anymore.Yes, I know what you’re probably thinking maybe I was menstruating. That had been my first thought, too. I expected it. But this wasn’t normal. It didn’t feel normal. It was too much and too thick. Today, I had a blood clot. A large, dark clot, heavy and undeniable. It wasn’t just a little bit of blood; it was like I had spilled my entire body’s worth of it onto the bed. I couldn’t stop looking at the stain, knowing it was the evidence of something I couldn’t understand. My stom
Pregnant With My Stepbrother’s Child 93:
EVELYN It feels good to intertwine fingers with the best man on earth. I mean, nothing can be compared to the warmth of his hand around mine, the way his fingers fit perfectly between mine, as though they were always meant to be there. Nothing mattered more than the connection we shared. I couldn't help but smile, looking up at him, feeling like the luckiest woman alive.But let’s be real. To be sincere, I think Dad was the happiest about our coming back. He couldn’t hide it. It was all over his face, glowing with pure joy, and undiluted happiness. And to be honest, I don’t think Dad saw this as some contract anymore. This wasn’t about a deal or a formal agreement between parents. No, this was real love. And I could see it in the way Dad laughed and talked with Mike, teasing him about things he had no business teasing about. Dad was ecstatic. It was as if, in that moment, all his years of worry and stress just melted away. The whole reunion felt like it was more than just me getti
Pregnant With My Stepbrother’s Child 92:
EVELYN “My celebrity best friend,” Trina said, hopping beside me like a caffeinated rabbit in a romper with her smile so wide it looked like her cheeks might split open.I blinked at her, narrowing my eyes the way one might when encountering a wild animal you weren't sure was friendly or feral. “Oh God, what now?” I muttered, bracing myself.Because Trina, bless her glossy, hyperactive, and drama-infused soul, was never just saying things. She was bringing things. Fresh gossip and gist. TikToks that should be illegal. You could never predict what fresh madness she was riding in on. It could be anything from ‘Guess who just DMed me?’ to ‘A celebrity going viral on a Filipino wedding page.’ Even to her new fuckmate.And her tone? That sugary and suspiciously supportive voice she used only when she was about to detonate a bomb and smile through the flames.She waved her phone like it was a trophy. “I love people who fight for what they want,” she read out dramatically, swiping through t
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