Lahat ng Kabanata ng Entangled Hearts : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 86

**Chapter 80:Vincent’s POV**I didn't sleep.I couldn’t.I had rushed to the jewelry shop and grabbed the ring and it was so beautiful, I was going to talk to her, beg her until she listens to me. Then I’d propose to her as planned.The day went in a blur. I heard she went to the garden when I went out. That gave me hope so.I sat outside Lisa’s bedroom door the entire night, my back pressed to the wall, head in my hands. I listened to the silence behind the door, hoping for any sound a sob, a breath, a whisper of movement anything to let me know she was still in there. Still mine.But I heard nothing.Just the echo of her last words. “Go away, Vincent. Just leave me alone.”That voice... it didn’t sound like her. It was cold. Detached. Like I was nothing. Like everything we’d built meant nothing.And it killed me.I was really pressed so I went to one of the guest bedroom to ease myself and to clean up a little to look presentable for my darling Lisa. My heart fluttered and a

Chapter: 82 Lisa’s POVIt’s been a week since I found out I was pregnant.Seven days since the doctor looked me in the eye and told me something that would change my life forever.I still remember how the word pregnant echoed in my head like it didn’t belong to me. Like it was someone else’s story, someone else’s life. But each day that passes, it becomes more real. The nausea. The exhaustion. The way my emotions twist without warning. It’s all real.There’s a baby growing inside me.Vincent’s baby.And he has no idea.Some nights, I lie awake just whispering the words to myself over and over, trying to let them sink in. “I’m pregnant. I’m going to be a mother. I’m going to raise a child his child.”And every time I say it, my heart twists.I don’t know how to feel.I should be happy, right? I should feel joy… excitement… hope.But all I feel is fear.And loneliness.And this constant ache in my chest that never seems to go away.I haven’t told anyone. Not even my mom.She keeps w

Chapter 84: Lisa’s POVThe rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor had become part of my life steady, constant, a fragile reminder that my father was still here.For months, I’d sat by his bedside, whispering prayers into the cold, sterile air of the hospital room. I’d told him stories, memories, anything that might reach him through the fog of his coma. Some days, my voice trembled. Other days, I just sat in silence, holding his hand, feeling the faint warmth of his skin and wishing he’d squeeze back.Then one morning… he did.Just a slight movement fingers twitching against my palm. My heart stopped, then started again in a wild, uneven rhythm.“Dad?” My voice cracked. “Dad, can you hear me?”His eyelids fluttered. For the first time in years , I saw his eyes dazed, unfocused, but open.Tears spilled down my cheeks before I could stop them. “Mom! Mom, he’s awake!”The nurses rushed in, followed by my mother, who gasped and pressed her hands to her mouth. I could barely breathe. My