บททั้งหมดของ Married to my sister's husband : บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

Ophelia's Pov My breath hitched as realization struck me like a bolt of lightning. “Ryan.” I breathe out.He was still at home, alone. I shot up from my seat, my hands shaking. “Ryan… I left him at home!” Sandra’s eyes widened in confusion. “What?” Ryder’s head snapped up. “What do you mean you left him at home?” His voice was sharp, laced with disbelief. I swallowed hard, guilt washing over me. “I— I put him to bed before you came in with Olivia and everything happened. I forgot about him when Olivia—” Ryder was already on his feet before I could finish, pulling out his phone. He dialed a number and pressed it to his ear. “Pick up. Pick up.” he chanted impatiently.I didn't know who he was calling but the call went straight to voicemail. His jaw clenched, and without another word, he strode toward the exit. “I am going to get him,” he said, his voice tight with urgency. “I am coming with you,” I said immediately, but he shot me a glare. “No. Stay here.” “But—

Ophelia's Pov I had to be placed in a VIP room so my health could be monitored. Based on the Smiths influence, I was given a room without having any medical problems.The hospital room was too bright, too sterile. I hated it. It made my skin crawl. But none of it mattered to me except the crushing weight pressing down on my chest. Ryan was gone. My baby was gone. I clutched the blanket tightly around me, my fingers digging into the fabric as if it could hold me together. My head pounded from exhaustion and from crying.Sandra had left me to get me something to eat but I was not having the appetite. I had thrown up the little breakfast I had in the morning. I just wanted my baby. I want to see him. Where was he? Is he safe? Is he scared? Is he calling for me? Has he eaten? A sob threatened to escape, but I swallowed it down, forcing myself to stay strong. I have been crying since Ryder told me he was nowhere to be found. But I wanted to be strong for myself, for Ryan.I

Ophelia's Pov “I don't know what to say. I thought you disliked me, especially when I had to leave New York for London, and you didn't even try to stop me,” I said after a while of not responding to her. I didn't know what to say to her after all she said. She had always had my interest at heart but I never got to see it. When I was leaving for London and she didn't try to stop me, I assumed she wanted me gone from her life.“You are just like your father, stubborn as a bull,” She chuckled and I smiled. That was true. Dad was stubborn and adamant.“I knew stopping you wasn't an option. You had made up your mind. The night you were packing your bags, I stood by your door, hoping to talk to you but I backed out at the last minute.I was scared of having a heated argument with you and never seeing you again so I let you go. I knew you would be happy there but I couldn't stop my mother's instinct of worrying about you like a mother hen.I love you, Ophelia. As much as your sister. I kno

Olivia's Pov.I was watching a movie which was playing on the television in the room when I heard a knock on the door and the door pushed open.My eyes moved to the person and met Ophelia's eyes. With her protruding stomach, she entered the room, her eyes scanning around the room before she walked up to me on my bed.“Are you feeling fine?” She asked, her eyes trained on me now.“Yes,” I replied to her and she nodded her head. “You scared us. Why would you try to harm yourself?” She asked.I returned my gaze to the movie I was watching.“I was trying to restore my memory back with the only way I knew. I needed to know who I was,” I said.“This is who you are, Olivia. You don't have to hurt yourself to find out about your past,”“Why? Afraid I am going to remember and tell Ryder about the awful things you did,” I taunted with a smirk on my face before moving my eyes back to her.She kept her gaze on me, staring at me intensely before realization crossed her eyes.“You remember. You kno

Ophelia's Pov When I dropped in front of the hospital, I turned to the driver thanking him for the ride. He had seen me walking and offered to take me to where I was going. I was skeptical about entering his car, but my legs were almost giving up, and I got inside his car before I collapsed, hoping he was a serial killer.The moment I entered the hospital, my feet hitting the pavement, I noticed the eyes on me.I saw two nurses standing by the entrance and they exchanged glances as they saw me, whispering under their breath. A few patients who were sitting in the waiting area stopped mid-conversation and turned to stare at me. Their gazes weren’t just casual glances, they were long, lingering stares. Was there something on my face? I touched my face but found nothing on it. I didn’t even realize how disheveled I looked, but it was clear from the whispers and stares that something wasn’t quite right.Maybe it was my feet or hair or, better still, my dressing.As I walked further i