Semua Bab Broken Bonds: Beyond Destiny: Bab 81 - Bab 90

SophiaI don’t know how many hours went by. I was lost in time. The discomfort wouldn’t leave me alone. I felt so exhausted that I no longer knew if it was still night or already morning. Time seemed to stand still in that bathroom with him there. I was still kneeling on the cold bathroom floor, clinging to the white porcelain as if it were the only thing keeping me alive. I was so tense that everything hurt and I couldn’t relax, not even a little. My arms ached, my neck was stiff, and my stomach felt like it had nothing left to throw up, even though it still hurt. It kept threatening to bring something else up. This was probably more emotional than physical, but I wasn’t really sure. Bright was still there. There with me, by my side. Since he found me in the bathroom and came to my rescue, he hadn’t moved. He was sitting on the floor next to me, one hand patiently holding my hair, the other resting on his knee. He wasn’t tired of being there, and part of me was losing patience be

Sophia Today was one of those days when my mind had complete power over me. To be honest, the intrusive thoughts wouldn’t stop eating me alive every second. Every time I felt it was the right moment to talk, something held me back. Fear, guilt, or that persistent little voice telling me, “Not yet. Just wait a little longer.” As if I were waiting for the perfect moment. The problem was… there was no perfect moment. I was never really going to feel ready to tell him the truth. But that night… I couldn’t wait any longer. Something inside me said that tonight, everything would change forever.I was in my room, sitting in the corner of the bed, hugging my knees to my chest with anxiety knotting in my stomach. The room was almost dark, except for the small lamp that was on. The bedroom door was slightly ajar since my mother had left the room after asking how I was feeling and bringing me dinner.Mom was the only one who knew about the news, and although I knew she had a thousand negative

Sophia It was late, and my stomach wasn’t as upset as before, but I was still a little nervous. More than anything, I was tired and sleepy. As if insomnia had finally decided to leave my body and let me rest. Telling the truth had been liberating. The clock read two-thirty in the morning, and I was making an effort to stay awake. Bright was lying next to me. We were sharing the same bed again. He was doing it to keep me company and make sure I felt okay before going back to his room. His slow breathing was the only thing that managed to calm the storm of thoughts crowding inside me. It was relaxing to hear. From time to time, his chest brushed mine due to our closeness, but neither of us made any movement beyond what was necessary. The distance was short, but there was an emotional gap between us that hurt more than anything else. It hurt to have him so close, yet so far at the same time. It hurt not to have the right to touch him the way I wanted.A few hours earlier, after every

SophiaIt had been three days since I told Bright the truth about what was happening to me. Three days in which we stayed together, and he slept with me every night to make sure I wasn’t alone in case I got sick. Fortunately, I hadn’t thrown up again, but the dizziness still showed up from time to time.Bright took care of scheduling an appointment at the hospital for the first check-up. He was excited, scared, and anxious. He wanted to make sure everything was fine and that I was receiving the proper care during the pregnancy.Bright was already waiting for me by the front door, dressed in dark jeans and a light jacket. He wasn’t wearing the suits or shirts he usually wore to work. Today he was just a regular man, not a businessman. A man accompanying the mother of his baby to her check-up. His face was serious, but his eyes —those eyes that knew me better than anyone— softened when he saw me, and I was able to breathe. Just one look from him was enough to know he was nervous too, ev

SophiaBright was smiling at me as we had breakfast. At times, it felt like we were two teenagers on their first date, shy, bold, and eager. Some smiles carried unspoken words, while others were simply warm smiles that made me feel safe. I felt like we were home again. He was my home, and he was taking care of me. I could feel his concern for me, and it filled my heart.But the peace didn’t last long.I noticed someone approaching our table from the corner of my eye. It was a waitress, and I thought she was coming over to ask if we needed anything. A young girl, no older than twenty. Her face was kind, but she didn’t ask if we needed anything. Instead, she asked an unusual question:“Excuse me, are you Sophia?” she asked, looking directly at me.I frowned. Her question caught me off guard. I didn’t know how she could know my name.“Yes,” I said slowly, looking at her strangely.“I’m sorry to bother you,” she said with a shy smile.The young woman pulled an envelope out of her jacket p