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Chapter 28

작가: Ranya Vale
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The headlines spread like wildfire. By morning, every major paper and gossip column had splashed my face across their pages, twisting a single stolen moment into a narrative that painted me as the villain. The Unfaithful Fiancée, the bold letters screamed, and beneath them were cruel words that made my stomach turn. Damian’s empire was spotless, his reputation untouchable, and now I had become the stain they wanted to drag across his name.

By the time I made it downstairs, I could hear the muffled voices of his parents echoing through the hall. His mother’s sharp tone cut through the walls like knives, while his father’s deep baritone carried a weight of authority that made my knees weak before I even saw them. I stood frozen in the doorway of the sitting room, my hands trembling at my sides, as their eyes shifted toward me.

“What on earth have you done?” his mother hissed, her pearls catching the morning light as though even they disapproved of me. She looked me up and down with a sn
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  • Pregnant with the Wrong Man’s Child   Chapter 28

    The headlines spread like wildfire. By morning, every major paper and gossip column had splashed my face across their pages, twisting a single stolen moment into a narrative that painted me as the villain. The Unfaithful Fiancée, the bold letters screamed, and beneath them were cruel words that made my stomach turn. Damian’s empire was spotless, his reputation untouchable, and now I had become the stain they wanted to drag across his name.By the time I made it downstairs, I could hear the muffled voices of his parents echoing through the hall. His mother’s sharp tone cut through the walls like knives, while his father’s deep baritone carried a weight of authority that made my knees weak before I even saw them. I stood frozen in the doorway of the sitting room, my hands trembling at my sides, as their eyes shifted toward me.“What on earth have you done?” his mother hissed, her pearls catching the morning light as though even they disapproved of me. She looked me up and down with a sn

  • Pregnant with the Wrong Man’s Child   Chapter 27

    Damian’s words hung in the night like the crack of a whip. Take your hands off my wife. It wasn’t loud, but the force behind it made the hairs on the back of my neck rise. I could feel Adrian stiffen beside me, his grip on my hand faltering as though he’d just realized how close he was to crossing a line he couldn’t step back from.Adrian’s lips curved into a cruel smile, his voice low enough that it felt meant only for me, though I knew Damian heard every word.“Have you forgotten, Evelyn? You’re carrying my child. The world might not see through the facade you’re living, but the truth will come out. And when it does, there won’t be any ring or name strong enough to hide it.”I hated to admit it but he was right. I yanked my hand free like his touch had burned me, stumbling a step backward. My breath came in sharp bursts, too fast, too shallow, and I couldn’t seem to catch it. The silence between us felt dangerous, like standing in the middle of a storm with lightning about to strike

  • Pregnant with the Wrong Man’s Child   Chapter 26

    The ride back from Damian’s parents’ estate was quiet, but inside I was a storm. The note in my clutch felt heavier than gold, its words etched into my mind like a curse: Don’t marry him. Meet me tonight. My fingers brushed over the fabric, over the folded paper hidden inside, and no matter how I tried to look calm beside Damian, my chest was racing.When we reached the house, he disappeared into his study without a word, leaving me in the dim silence of the living room. I sat on the edge of the couch, clutch tight against me, my nails digging into the leather strap. The clock ticked too loudly, each second sounding like a warning, but still I couldn’t shake the pull of those words.I told myself it was probably nothing, a cruel joke, maybe even an enemy of Damian’s trying to get in my head. I told myself I should throw the note in the fire and let it burn to ash before it consumed me. But when I tried to move, my legs refused to obey.By the time the clock chimed nine, the decision w

  • Pregnant with the Wrong Man’s Child   Chapter 25

    I could feel the knot in my stomach tightening as the car pulled into the long driveway of the Blackwood estate. The last dinner with Damian’s parents had left me raw, their cold stares and sharp questions slicing deeper than any blade. I told myself I was ready for tonight, but my hands wouldn’t stop trembling in my lap.Damian sat beside me, calm as ever, his profile unreadable as he stared out the tinted window. He looked like a man going into battle, though one he was certain he would win. I envied his composure, even as I wondered if he noticed how stiff my breathing had become.“You’ll be fine,” he murmured, almost as if reading my thoughts. His hand brushed against mine for the briefest second before retreating. It wasn’t tenderness—it felt more like reassurance, a reminder that appearances mattered too much to let me falter.The estate loomed ahead, lit like a palace under the evening sky. I pressed my palms together in my lap, whispering a prayer I wasn’t even sure who I want

  • Pregnant with the Wrong Man’s Child   Chapter 24

    I woke up later than usual, sunlight spilling gently across the room. The space beside me was empty, the sheets already cold, and I knew Damian had left for work hours ago. For a moment I stayed there in the quiet, letting the warmth of the morning wrap around me, before I stretched and pressed a hand to my stomach. My eye caught the ring Damian had given me. It had caught the light, sparkling faintly as though it was alive. The stone was not too large or too small, just enough to draw the eye without overwhelming it. A single diamond sat in the center, clear and steady, and the band was smooth and slim, resting so naturally on my finger that it almost felt like it had always belonged there. There was a quiet elegance to it, timeless and unpretentious, a reflection of something deeper than wealth or show. As I traced the band with my thumb, the memories of the night before washed over me. Dinner had felt like a turning point, but what came after left me shaken in a way I could

  • Pregnant with the Wrong Man’s Child   Chapter 23

    It had been two days since the party, but the echoes of that night still lingered in me. Adrian’s grip, his voice, his note—they had carved themselves into my skin, into my mind. Yet what surprised me most was not the fear that still clung to me, but Damian. He has been acting strange and totally different. He had not been distant since that night.Sophia and I had become closer too. Whenever she found a free moment from her duties, she stayed by my side. Sometimes we folded baby clothes together, sometimes we just talked about nothing at all. Her quiet company had a way of keeping the silence from swallowing me whole. Damian came home early the next day, something he had not done in months. Instead of heading straight to his study, he joined me for dinner. We sat across from each other at the long table, but for the first time in so long, it did not feel like an empty ritual. He asked me how my day had been, if I had eaten enough, if the twins had been restless. I answered cautio

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