All Chapters of Beneath the Surface : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Drew's POV The sun was just breaking through my blinds when I opened my eyes, that pale morning light spilling into the room like a silent reminder that life was moving with or without me. I exhaled deeply, running a hand down my face before reaching for the phone beside my bed. Messages, reminders, emails, the usual flood. I scrolled through them absentmindedly, but my mind was far from business.It had been weeks since that day at the hospital, and though everything had gone back to “normal,” it did not feel normal anymore. I went through everything; the meetings, calls and reports, but every time I paused long enough to breathe, I found myself thinking of her, of Lila and of the baby.Sometimes it came uninvited, like when I saw a mother holding her child at a café or passing by a baby store window. Other times it came like a deliberate ache, a reminder that somewhere far from this tall glass building and the noise of my success, there was something infinitely more important. Some

Lila’s POVI sat on the edge of the bed, half dressed, my mind restless and heart oddly steady at the same time. I have been waiting patiently for Drew's arrival, unable to do anything else and turning over thoughts that refused to settle.This meet up felt significant in a quiet, unexplainable way, like something in my life was about to shift again. Drew was coming and I did not know if that was supposed to make me nervous, relieved, or both, but I could not stop replaying the phone call in my mind.He did not hesitate when I asked him to come. Not even for a second and that was the part that stayed with me the most.I ran my palm across the soft fabric of my dress, trying to steady the flutter in my chest. It wasn’t vanity, it was nerves, the kind that come when you are standing at the fragile edge of something you are not sure you are ready to face again.The baby kicked softly. I smiled and pressed my hand against the small curve of my stomach. “It’s okay,” I whispered. “He is co

Lila’s POV The world behind the blindfold was quiet. I could hear only the soft rhythm of Drew’s footsteps beside mine and the faint creak of the floor beneath us. His hand rested gently on my arm as he guided me forward, his touch steady and reassuring. “Careful,” he murmured, his voice low near my ear. “There is a small step ahead.” His voice sent shivers down my spine. I followed his lead, trusting him completely, though my heart was beating so fast it felt like I could hear it echoing in the silence. “Are we there yet?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm, though a small laugh slipped out. “Almost,” he said. I could hear the smile in his tone. “Just a few more steps.” “Drew,” I whined lightly, “you are making me nervous.” He chuckled, the sound low and rich. “That’s kind of the point yunno.” “Seriously?” “Okay, fine,” he said finally, his hand brushing lightly over mine. “You can take it off now.” I hesitated for just a second before I reached up and loosened the blin

Drew’s POVThe drive away from Lila’s new home felt longer than it should have.The streets rolled by in slow motion, the hum of the engine fading into the background as my mind replayed the moment I had just left behind.That look in her eyes. God, it was enough to undo every wall I had built around myself.For a brief second, everything had fallen away the past, the mistakes, the tension that always lingered between us and it was just me and her, standing in that quiet room surrounded by sunlight and framed photographs. Her eyes had found mine, and I could have sworn the air shifted; heavy, magnetic, charged with something I could not even begin to name.If Mrs. Dalia had not spoken when she did, I was not sure what would have happened next. Maybe I would have reached out and finally done what I have been fighting not to do, close that last inch between us and kiss her.And God help me, I wanted to, more than anything, I wanted to.But the thing about wanting something that much is

Lila's POV For a second, I couldn’t move.The words on my phone screen blurred, then refocused like they were mocking me.My chest tightened and my throat went dry. It felt like someone had poured ice water into my veins. I blinked, hoping it was some kind of twisted mistake, a wrong number, a prank. But deep down, I knew it wasn't.The shadow I have been praying not to see again had found me.The phone slipped slightly from my grasp, hitting the floor with a dull thud. My hands trembled so violently I had to press them against my chest to stop the shaking.I turned toward the window instinctively, half expecting to see him standing outside, watching. The early morning light streamed in soft and golden, but it didn’t feel warm, It felt exposing. Every shadow stretched too long, every sound in the house seemed to echo.My heart was pounding so fast I could barely think.The world around me blurred as my mind replayed every memory of him, his voice, his eyes, the smile that never reach