Lahat ng Kabanata ng He Got My Best Friend Pregnant : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

The clinic smelled like sterile cotton and fear. Serena had worn a simple black coat, large sunglasses, and tied her curls under a scarf. No one could recognize her—she made sure of it. This wasn’t about press or reputation. This was about truth. Dr. Tilda met her in the private ward, a comforting presence in soft lavender scrubs and a tone that said, I won’t ask questions I’m not ready to answer. Samples were taken. Blood, hair strands, DNA swabs from both twins—gathered carefully while the children thought it was a game. Serena smiled through it all, but inside, she was crumbling. “I’ll rush the results,” Tilda promised gently. “You’ll have them within a week.” Serena nodded. “Thank you. And Tilda…” “Yes?” “If… if anything seems odd. Even slightly. Tell me. I don’t care how crazy it sounds.” The doctor gave her a long look. “You’ll get the truth, Serena. One way or another.” Back home, Lucas still hadn’t returned. He had sent a single message: “Work emergency. Might be gon

The night felt like it would never end. The silence was thick with unsaid words, with feelings left to simmer in the dark corners of the house. Serena stood in front of the large mirror in her walk-in closet, staring at the reflection of the woman she used to recognize. A mother. A wife. Someone who once had a life perfectly crafted in the image of success and love.Now, she didn’t know who she was anymore.Her phone buzzed against the marble countertop, snapping her out of her thoughts. It was an email from a well-known political consultant. Her name had been circulating, not as the wife of a famous businessman but as a woman of her own merit. The message was straightforward:"Serena, we’ve followed your efforts. The work you’ve been doing with the community is remarkable. You have what it takes to run for a Senate seat. We want you to consider a partnership, an exclusive contract to handle your campaign strategy."Her heart beat louder in her chest. Was she ready to step into the

Serena sat in the living room, her eyes watching as Luciana and Sian played together on the carpet. Luciana’s movements were sharp and impatient, her temper flaring at the smallest inconvenience. It wasn’t uncommon for her to storm off in frustration if things didn’t go her way. She was a fiery spirit, always challenging the world around her, trying to assert her dominance. It reminded Serena so much of her ex-boyfriend, the aggression, the assertiveness. But then, she looked at her son, Sian, who was sitting quietly beside her, patiently putting together his toy blocks.Sian was the calm after the storm. Unlike Luciana, who was quick to react and act impulsively, Sian took his time, choosing his words carefully and never rushing into anything. Serena couldn’t help but smile at the contrast between them. Where Luciana was fierce and untamed, Sian was steady and thoughtful—traits she could trace back to his father, Lucas.But the differences between the children weren’t the only thi

Lucian Voss stood at the edge of his penthouse balcony, shirtless, cigarette burning between his fingers. The skyline of the city blinked in front of him like a warning—red lights, flickering buildings, the distant hum of chaos.But nothing matched the chaos in his chest.He’d seen the pictures.First on Twitter. Then in the tabloids. Then—God help him—in a viral video of Serena exiting a gala, her child nestled against her shoulder.The child.The one with his eyes.The one with his hair.He’d tried to ignore it. Told himself genetics weren’t that loud. Told himself Serena would never—But then came the whispers. The blogs. The articles with side-by-side photos of him and the baby girl with a caption that screamed:“Scandal: Did Serena Voss Have a Child With Her Ex?”His jaw clenched so tightly, he could taste iron.He wanted to defend her.He wanted to believe she was still the woman who once waited for him in the pouring rain, soaked and stubborn, demanding he fight for them.B

The next morning, headlines were ablaze. The entire country had something to say, and social media remained ruthless:“President’s Wife Savagely Silences Mistress!”“First Man Releases Statement, Socialite Exposed!”“Serena Voss: Unbothered, Unbreakable, Untouchable.”Serena became a quiet icon overnight—not because she shouted, but because she didn’t need to.And still, the war raged on.Luciana had become more vocal. More brash. Just like him.She interrupted her teachers, debated adults, and stared people down with an unsettling maturity.Sian, on the other hand, was quiet but dangerously perceptive. Always watching. Always gentle—but when he spoke, his words sliced through like a whisper wrapped in steel.Serena sat in her study, watching them from the glass window as they played. Her heart ached.“Why do they feel like strangers?”And as if fate were taunting her, Luciana threw a tantrum over a doll. The scream—the curling of her lip, the stomp—it was identical to his.Serena’s