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The Fathers of My Child? CHAPTER NINETY-ONE
#Dorothy’s POV#The morning light pours in weakly through the blinds, but my chest still feels heavy.It’s as if the dream didn’t end. Like some part of me is still stuck inside it, somewhere between the hallway of the clinic and the look on Joel’s face as he broke down holding that sonogram.I press my palm to my forehead. It’s warm. Damp with a cold sweat.What kind of dream was that?Why did it feel so real?Why did it hurt so much?I blink a few times and sit up slowly. My arms are still a little wobbly, but I’m steady enough. A nurse comes in. She's young, a bit tired-eyed, but sweet. She gives me a small smile.“Good morning, Mrs. Hernandez. You’re awake early.”I nod slowly. “Yeah.”She walks over to check my IV stand and note something on the chart. Then she hesitates.I ask before I can stop myself. “Has Joel…?”She looks up. Blinks. “Oh… um… no. No one’s come to see you since yesterday morning.”I try to keep my face flat, but I feel it twitch. A muscle in my jaw tightens. M
The Fathers of My Child? CHAPTER NINETY
#Dorothy’s POV#There’s nothing left to cry, but somehow I’m still crying.My face is puffy. My lips are cracked. My chest feels caved out. My arms, limp. My legs, weak. But the tears just won’t stop. They fall in this slow, silent, constant way that makes it feel like I’m leaking from the inside out.I don’t even know what I’m crying about anymore.The babies?Rico?Joel?Myself?All of it.None of it.God.I stare up at the white clinic ceiling, the IV line dangling from my arm, the soft beeping of a nearby monitor almost calming. Almost. If not for the tearing sensation inside my chest.They said I passed out for a few hours after they stabilized me. Dr Malik left just moments ago after checking my vitals again. He said I was lucky. That if Joel hadn’t gotten to me when he did—But Joel didn’t come for me.He just… happened to show up.And Rico… he’s gone.I let him go. Pushed him, even. Told him all the things I never meant to say. Accused him of not choosing me, but what was I do
The Fathers of My Child? CHAPTER EIGHTY-NINE
#Joel’s POV#I see the flash of her name.Cassy.Fussy Cassy.I hiss through my teeth, roll my eyes, and drop my phone back on the counter without even unlocking it. If it’s her, it’s drama. It’s always drama with that woman. And for what? Because I don’t return her texts the moment she sends them? Because she thinks I need “saving” every damn time I go quiet for more than a day?I pour myself another two fingers of whiskey. The glass hits the polished counter with a little too much force.I don’t care.I don’t care about anything anymore.My shirt’s halfway open, wrinkled. My breath tastes like sin and smoke. And all I see when I close my eyes is her.Bleeding. Shaking.Calling my name.Her fingers cold against my palm when I carried her like she weighed nothing.Nothing.Like the kind of nothing you only become after life’s taken every ounce of something you had left.I breathe hard, eyes pinned to the spinning liquid in the glass, but my mind is stuck in the room. That room. That h
The Fathers of My Child? CHAPTER EIGHTY-EIGHT
#Cass’s POV#My skin is halfway dry with the green clay mask cracked across my jaw when my phone starts vibrating under my laptop.I’m knee-deep in editing a proposal, my robe half-tied, hair in a lazy top bun, lemon balm tea steaming beside me, and Prague’s skyline glowing purple-blue just outside the window. It’s past midnight here. Just one of those nights I’d promised myself peace and a digital detox. No drama, no consulting gigs, just vibing alone.But when I see the name on the screen, I pause.Dorothy.My heart sinks.I only have to pick up and say “Hey” for her voice to break open.She’s not crying — she’s sobbing. Ugly, raw, painful, from-the-pit sobbing. The kind where the words come broken, slipping through wet gasps like her soul is leaking out.She always acts as if everything's fine, always forces a smile and laughs even if she's dying inside.So if she calls and is straight up crying, it means shit has already gone down.“I’m so… so fucking tired, C,” she breathes. “I’v
The Fathers of My Child? CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVEN
#Dorothy's POV#My reflection stares back at me from the vanity mirror, pale, drawn, and so painfully unfamiliar I almost don’t recognize myself. I sit stiffly, hands on my lap, barely blinking. My lips are dry. My chest is tight. The entire room feels like it’s pressing in on me, squeezing every breath through a straw.Rico’s voice keeps playing over and over in my head like a broken cassette stuck on rewind.“You destroyed me for clarity?”“You made out with a man who abused you for years?”“You’re playing both cousins like we're fucking game pieces.”Every single word. Every jab.But the worst part is—I deserved it.I bite my bottom lip hard, until I taste a hint of blood.What was I even defending back there?Why did I open my mouth when I should’ve just… nodded and let him leave?I’m an ungrateful bitch. I really am.He was right. All of it was true.I did go back to Joel.I did let myself feel something I shouldn't.I let Joel touch me. I kissed him. After everything.After all
The Fathers of My Child? CHAPTER EIGHTY-SIX
#Rico’s POV#It takes me all of two seconds to swipe through the pictures, but it feels like someone’s twisting my damn chest open the whole time.Her mouth on mine.Her mouth on his.Her in that thin nightgown on the porch, curled into Joel like she wasn’t just—like she hadn’t just…I zoom in.Her hand on his face.His lips on her neck.The same Joel that’s dragged her name through mud. The same man I watched her cry over night after night. The same piece of shit who looked me in the eye and said she didn’t deserve love.And she let him touch her again?I keep scrolling.Screenshots. Articles. That test. That photo of us asleep.Dorothy’s behind me, but I barely register her until she tries to speak.I slowly step back. My fingers are clenched so hard around her phone they hurt.“You kissed him?” I ask, keeping my voice calm.She blinks. “Are you serious right now?”I turn to her, still gripping the phone. “You kissed him.”Her brow creases, face pinched like she’s barely holding it
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