Semua Bab My Mysterious Husband: Bab 21 - Bab 30

All the cameras snapped furiously as they zeroed in on Aria’s face. She stepped out of the operating room, still wearing her usual white lab coat, her fingers gently pulling the mask from her face while she removed her gloves. The weight of the surgery was evident in her tired eyes, though she stood tall, her composure unshaken. It was clear to everyone that she’d just fought a tough battle within those sterile walls."Why did you choose to be a doctor instead of running the family business?" a daring paparazzo asked, his voice cutting through the tension.“To save lives,” Aria replied, her voice calm yet steady. She glanced around, realizing that the man she had just worked on must be someone important—hence the crowd of reporters. The thought made her wonder how deep their curiosity truly ran."Do you know there are many women who believe they deserve to be with Fabian Del Mundo?" another reporter asked, a sly glint in his eyes. Aria smiled, a soft chuckle escaping her lips."Yeah, f

Fabian’s face crumpled with sorrow, tears carving silent paths down his cheeks. His eyes were hollow, lost. “What happened?” Aria asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Lucien’s voice was heavy with sadness. “What did she say to you?” Fabian shook his head, a tremor in his breath. “She told me… to stop waiting for her.” The words struck like a dagger. In that instant, Fabian’s world came crashing down. His heart splintered, the pain surging through him like a wave too strong to withstand. His knees buckled beneath the weight of it all, and yet he forced himself to walk away. Each step was a battle, every movement a struggle against the gravity of heartbreak. He staggered toward his car, the air thick with silence, trying not to fall apart before the door closed behind him.“Why…?” he whispered, barely able to hear his own voice over the sound of his heartbeat pounding in his ears. His hands trembled on the steering wheel, knuckles white, as tears streamed relentlessly down h

Lately, Aria had been waking up feeling unwell, and this morning was no exception. As the first rays of sunlight filtered through her curtains, she stirred under the covers, a wave of dizziness washing over her the moment she tried to sit up. A nauseous feeling clung to her like a heavy fog, and a dull ache cramped her lower abdomen, making it difficult to move. With a soft groan, she slowly opened her eyes, squinting against the light, and attempted to swing her legs over the edge of the bed. But before she could fully stand, a violent lurch in her stomach made her freeze. It felt as if her insides were twisting and turning uncontrollably, sending her sprinting to the bathroom.Once there, she barely had time to kneel before the toilet before her body convulsed and she vomited. The sensation left her shaky and pale, clutching the cool porcelain for support. After a few moments, she rinsed her mouth and gargled with cold water from the sink, trying to steady her breathing.“I don’t re

Lucien had become a softer, more devoted man, pouring his love into every little thing he did for Aria. He tended to her with quiet care—preparing her meals, doing the laundry, and making sure her every need was met. With him by her side, life felt effortless, wrapped in the warmth of his steady presence. Each morning, he rose before the sun, visiting the market to gather the freshest ingredients. He cooked with love, crafting wholesome meals and nourishing drinks to keep both Aria and their growing baby healthy and strong.“Good morning, my love,” he whispered, brushing a tender kiss across her forehead. “Breakfast is ready.”She slowly opened her heavy eyes, blinking up at her husband with a soft, sleepy smile that hinted at the peace she felt in his presence. “Good morning,” she murmured, sitting up in bed and wrapping her arms around him in a warm, lingering embrace. “Thank you for being such a wonderful father to our child.”Lucien’s eyes softened as he returned the hug. “It’s th

Sophie’s mom stood in the doorway, arms folded tight across her chest. She’d been watching her daughter for several minutes now, silently tracking every frantic step Sophie took across the living room carpet. It was like watching a storm build—tense, unpredictable, exhausting to witness.Finally, she couldn’t hold back anymore. “Sweetheart,” she said softly, trying to keep her voice steady, “what’s going on with you? Is something wrong?”Sophie froze mid-step, her hands balled into fists at her sides. “I… I think Lucien’s in pain,” she said, but it came out all jagged, like she’d been holding it in for too long.Her mother blinked. That wasn’t what she was expecting. “In pain? Why would you think that? He looked fine when I last saw him—actually, better than fine.” She patted the couch cushion next to her. “Come here. Let’s sit down and talk this out.”But Sophie just shook her head and backed away, her whole body tight like a stretched rubber band. “No, Mom. He’s not okay.” Her voice