All Chapters of One Careless Night : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The drive to Alex’s house was silent, the air thick with emotions I wasn’t ready to unpack. I kept my gaze on the road ahead, my wedding dress crumpled around me like a reminder of everything I had left behind. The enormity of what I had just done was settling in, pressing against my chest, but I refused to break down. Not yet.Alex didn't try to force conversation. He simply drove, his grip firm on the wheel, his presence steady beside me. I was grateful for that.By the time we pulled into his driveway, I heave a sigh of relief, soon I would be able to pull off my wedding gown. The weight of it, a constant reminder of the faliure of my wedding.He cut the engine and turned to me. “We’re here.”I nodded, but I didn’t move. My fingers tightened around the fabric of my dress as a wave of exhaustion washed over me.Alex sighed, then got out of the car and walked around to my side. He opened the door, crouching slightly so we were at eye level. “Sophia.” His voice was gentle, patient. “

Silence settled over the room like a thick fog.My mother recovered first, smoothing down the front of her blouse as if my presence was nothing more than a mild inconvenience. “Sophia,” she said, her voice neutral but her eyes cold. “You should be resting.”I crossed my arms. “And you should stop deciding my life for me.”She arched a brow. “Everything I do is for you.”I let out a hollow laugh. “You paid Rachel to do something, you’re scheming over Jack’s wealth, and now you’re here telling Alex what to do with me. Tell me, Mother, where exactly do I fit into your plans?”Her lips pressed into a thin line, but she didn’t answer.Alex leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. His expression was unreadable, but there was a flicker of something in his gaze—guilt? Frustration? I wasn’t sure.“Sophia,” he started, his tone careful.I turned to him, my anger burning hotter. “And you,” I snapped. “You really expect me to believe you care after what I just heard?”A muscle in his jaw

The drive to the hospital was tense, filled with an unspoken storm of emotions. I sat in the backseat while Jack drove, his jaw clenched so tightly I thought he might break a tooth. Rachel sat in the passenger seat, arms crossed, her expression unreadable. But I could tell she was nervous.Good.Because I wasn’t backing down this time. No more lies. No more manipulations. The truth was coming whether she liked it or not.Jack pulled into the hospital parking lot, cutting the engine abruptly. Without a word, he got out, slamming the door shut. I followed suit, my heart pounding as Rachel slowly stepped out, hesitation written all over her face.Jack didn’t wait for her. He stormed ahead, pushing through the hospital doors. I trailed behind, keeping my eyes on Rachel. If she was going to try something, I wanted to catch her before she did.At the reception desk, Jack wasted no time. “We need a paternity test. Now.”The receptionist blinked, startled by his directness. “Uh, sir, you’ll n

I stood outside my mother’s house, my heart pounding with a mix of anger and determination. This was long overdue.For too long, she had manipulated me, controlled my life, and played her twisted games, believing I would always be too blind or too weak to stand up to her.Not anymore.I adjusted my coat, placed a hand over my belly protectively, and finally knocked.Seconds later, the door swung open, revealing my mother standing there in a silk robe, a surprised look flashing across her face. She masked it quickly, though, replacing it with that usual cold, unreadable expression.“Sophia,” she said smoothly, stepping aside. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”I stepped inside without waiting for an invitation. “Oh, I’m sure you didn’t.”She closed the door, crossing her arms as she studied me. “You look well. Settling into your new life, I assume?”I let out a dry laugh. “Cut the act, Mother. We both know why I’m here.”She sighed, feigning disinterest. “Enlighten me.”I took a step clo

That night, I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the soft glow of the bedside lamp, my thoughts heavy. The confrontation with my parents still lingered in my mind, replaying like a broken record.I had been so certain about emancipation, so sure that cutting legal ties with them was the only way to truly free myself. But now… Jack’s words gnawed at me.Was I making this decision for the right reasons? Or was it purely out of anger?I sighed, running a hand over my belly. My baby. My child was coming into this world soon, and despite everything, a part of me wondered if I was letting my emotions dictate something I might regret later.The sound of the door creaking open pulled me from my thoughts.Jack stepped inside, his expression soft yet searching. He had been giving me space since our earlier conversation, but I could tell he was waiting for me to make a decision.“You’re still up,” he murmured, closing the door behind him.I nodded, my fingers tracing mindless patterns on the