The Roomie Complex のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

AIDEN'S POVShe said it.The words were so soft, I almost thought I imagined them.“I’m pregnant with your child.”Time slowed.My hands were still on her waist, her trembling body pressed to mine. Her cheeks were wet with tears, her lashes soaked and fluttering as she stared up at me, waiting… terrified.And just like that, the last bit of breath in my lungs left me.I had faced death. I had stared down the barrel of a gun. I had lived under shadows for years, haunted by a name that wasn’t mine, hunted for a crime I’d committed just to survive. But none of that—not even Alejandro—had ever hit me this hard.I was going to be a father.My child. Cheryl. Us.A thousand thoughts ran through me—regret for not seeing it sooner, guilt for not being there when she found out, shame for the world I’d dragged her into. But louder than any of those voices… was awe.I cupped her face again, gently this time. My thumbs brushed her wet cheeks.“You’re pregnant…” I repeated, just to say it out loud.

CHERYL'S POVI didn’t know how long we stood there, wrapped in each other like we had always belonged that way.It could’ve been minutes or hours—I didn’t care. I was suspended in a dream, one where Aiden’s arms were finally around me, his breath hot against my skin, his heart pounding in time with mine. I could feel the weight of his love in every place our bodies touched. He held me like he was scared I’d vanish.And maybe I was scared too.Scared this wasn’t real.Scared he’d fade if I blinked too long.But the scratch of his stubble against my cheek, the silk of his suit brushing against the delicate lace of my dress, and the solid strength of his hands pressing into my waist—those were proof enough. He was here. With me. And we had made it.“I still don’t believe you’re real,” I whispered, my voice shaking even though I tried to sound calm.He pulled back just enough to look at me, brushing my cheek with his thumb. “You’re here. I’m here. This is real.”My tears spilled over. I la

Chapter — Cheryl’s POVHome AgainWe stayed one more day in the private resort. One perfect, undisturbed day where the world didn’t exist — just me and Aiden wrapped up in each other, in whispers and promises, and kisses that never seemed to end.He spent the entire day worshipping me.Literally.Trailing kisses down my neck, slow and languid, teasing my spine with the soft graze of his lips like I was something precious. His fingers mapped every inch of my skin, learning it again like it was sacred scripture. He kissed down my stomach with reverence, whispering sweet things to the baby growing inside me, calling them “little one,” and “our tiny miracle.”I don’t know how a man like him — shadowed by so much guilt, so much past — could still make me feel like I was something golden and whole. But he did.And I soaked in every second of it.He told me about Alejandro, in hushed whispers in the dead of the night after we stayed all night talking and reliving past memories. He told me ev

SABRINA'S POVIt was too early to celebrate, but I poured the wine anyway.Anika’s pitiful face still lingered in my mind like a pleasant aftertaste—her slack jaw, the twitch of hesitation behind her eyes. She always did think she had some power, some say. But in a city like this, where money oils every cog and silence is bought and paid for in gold, power was something I wore better than anyone. And I wore it like perfume—deliberately, thickly, intoxicatingly.The tires of my Mercedes hummed against the stone-paved driveway, and when I stepped out, the afternoon sun met me like an old friend. Too bright, too smug. I adjusted my sunglasses and glanced toward the backyard.Oliver.He was sprawled in our outdoor pool like some kind of sulking Greek god—bronzed chest slick with water, arms stretched over the rim of the pool, eyes closed behind dark lashes. A slow kind of bitterness bubbled inside me, but not for him. Not for the way he looked so effortlessly tragic in the sun. I walked t

Cheryl's POVThe sun had barely started to dip beneath the horizon when Aiden came through the front door. I had been pacing the length of the living room for the past half hour, the folded note clutched tightly in my sweaty palm. My stomach had been twisting with something far worse than morning sickness—fear. Pure, gut-churning fear.As soon as he stepped inside, I didn’t even wait for a greeting. I strode straight to him and shoved the note into his hands.“Someone dropped this on the front porch,” I said, my voice more steady than I felt.Aiden’s face tightened the moment he unfolded the paper and read its content. His jaw clenched, his temples twitched, and he went completely still except for the rise and fall of his chest.“Who dropped this?” he asked, voice low and clipped.“I don’t know. I heard a knock, and when I opened the door, it was just lying there. Aiden…” I moved closer. “What’s going on?”“We need to leave,” he said abruptly.He turned and walked with determined step