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CHAPTER 13- SMARTY PA
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Pregnant by my Ex-Boyfriend’s Father Tears
Aria POVThe timer rang.Sharp. Insistent. Domestic.I flinched like it had personally offended me.I shuffled to the counter, unscrewed the bottles with hands that felt detached from my body, swallowed my supplements with water that tasted vaguely metallic. Iron. Omega. Prenatal. The little rituals that now punctuated my day whether my world was intact or not.Pregnancy does strange things to time.To anger.To restraint.Because I was this close to calling Alex.This close to dialing his number and letting every word I’d swallowed pour out like acid. I could already hear myself doing it. Voice shaking. Tongue sharp. Saying his name like an insult.I didn’t.Not because I was mature.But because… what would that even do?What the hell.I leaned back against the counter, the weight of it finally settling.That man used me.Played me.Tested me.Like I was a theory.Like I was a variable.Like I wasn’t a human being with a heart and a body and a future growing quietly inside her.A lau
Pregnant by my Ex-Boyfriend’s Father Tears
Aria POVThe timer rang.Sharp. Insistent. Domestic.I flinched like it had personally offended me.I shuffled to the counter, unscrewed the bottles with hands that felt detached from my body, swallowed my supplements with water that tasted vaguely metallic. Iron. Omega. Prenatal. The little rituals that now punctuated my day whether my world was intact or not.Pregnancy does strange things to time.To anger.To restraint.Because I was this close to calling Alex.This close to dialing his number and letting every word I’d swallowed pour out like acid. I could already hear myself doing it. Voice shaking. Tongue sharp. Saying his name like an insult.I didn’t.Not because I was mature.But because… what would that even do?What the hell.I leaned back against the counter, the weight of it finally settling.That man used me.Played me.Tested me.Like I was a theory.Like I was a variable.Like I wasn’t a human being with a heart and a body and a future growing quietly inside her.A lau
Pregnant by my Ex-Boyfriend’s Father No anger yet!
Aria POVI told myself it wasn’t about love.That was the story I chose. Clean. Practical. Almost convincing.I wasn’t clicking the link because of Alex.I was clicking it because of my child.Because one day, someone would ask questions.Because sincerity mattered more than affection.Because if the man tied to my future had been lying to my face, I deserved to know now. Not later. Not when it was too late to rearrange my life around the truth.At least, that was what I told myself.Still, my finger hesitated.Not fear. Not exactly.Instinct.I closed the browser.I wasn’t doing this here.Not in a borrowed space. Not in a hotel room that still smelled faintly of someone else’s perfume and disinfectant. Not somewhere that didn’t know me.Some truths demanded familiar walls.So I packed.Not carefully. Not thoughtfully. I shoved clothes into my bag, left the knitting half folded, ignored the front desk’s smile as I checked out early. The drive home felt longer than usual. Every red li
Pregnant by my Ex-Boyfriend’s Father Ignored
Aria POVIt stirred that nonsense curiosity in me.The kind that taps lightly at the back of your head and pretends it’s harmless.The kind I already knew I didn’t want to explore.So I distracted my hands.I pulled the yarn out of my bag, soft cotton in muted colors I’d picked weeks ago without thinking too hard about why. Cream. Dusty pink. A pale blue that felt like calm. I sat cross legged on the bed, the hotel room quiet except for the hum of the air conditioner and the distant, polite sound of waves crashing far below.Baby socks first.I had watched exactly three TikToks on how to knit them and somehow convinced myself that was enough preparation. It wasn’t.My first attempt looked like a deflated hat. The second had a hole so big a toe could escape through it. I frowned, unraveled it, tried again. The yarn tangled. I swore softly. Picked up my phone and opened YouTube this time, determined to do this properly.“Okay,” the woman in the video said cheerfully. “This part is trick
Pregnant by my Ex-Boyfriend’s Father Taxi
By the time I got home, my head was loud and my chest felt tight in that way that means sleep would be useless.The walls felt too familiar. Too close. Every surface carried residue of thoughts I wasn’t ready to touch. Chapter Four stared at me from my laptop like an accusation, blank where something sharp and alive was supposed to be.So I didn’t unpack.I didn’t sit.I ordered a taxi.I needed neutral ground. Somewhere anonymous. Somewhere inspiration could catch up with me without memory interrupting.The hotel rose out of the city like a polished secret. All glass and vertical confidence. Lights stacked on lights, each floor glowing softly as if breathing. The entrance doors slid open without sound, and cool air washed over me, scented faintly with citrus and something expensive I couldn’t name.Inside, everything whispered luxury instead of shouting it. Marble floors that reflected the chandeliers like water. Gold accents used sparingly, deliberately. Staff who smiled without sta
Pregnant by my Ex-Boyfriend’s Father Let me go
Aria POV“I know who Ethan’s real father is.”The words leave my mouth without force. Without drama. They don’t sound like an accusation even to me.They sound like a conclusion.Something finished.Alex doesn’t react the way men usually do when you touch a truth they’ve buried. There’s no flash of anger. No denial. No defensive laughter.If anything, he looks… relieved.Not visibly. Not in a way someone else would catch. But I see it. The subtle loosening in his shoulders. The way his jaw unclenches, just slightly, like he’s set something down after carrying it too long.For a second, the room feels smaller. Like the walls have leaned in to listen. Like this space understands that something old has just been named.I watch his face as I say it.I half expect him to deny it. Or deflect. Or turn cold. Alex’s silences usually have teeth.But he doesn’t interrupt.So I continue.“Someone sent me an email,” I say. “No greeting. No name. Just questions.”I pull my phone out, scroll to the
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