Semua Bab Wrong Train, Right Trouble: Bab 51 - Bab 57

CHRISTIANMy phone buzzed the moment I stepped out of the office.“Genevieve,” I said, answering.“Why haven’t you responded to any of my texts?”“It’s been a hectic day.”“I was hoping you might stop by after work. We really need to talk about what happened.”“I’m already headed there. I wanted to see Chloe.”“Well… okay. We’ll be here when you arrive.”The last thing I felt like doing was revisiting that night with Genevieve. Work had piled up—unsurprisingly—after weeks of being distracted. The past two evenings, I hadn’t managed to see my daughter because it was far too late by the time I got out of the office. That couldn’t happen again. Tonight, I intended to eat dinner with Chloe before heading back to the office for a few more hours.Raindrops streaked down the windows of the town car as we drove through the city. Nearly every evening on my way home, I’d catch myself reaching for my phone to message Lena, only to remember—too late—that we were no longer speaking. That realizati

CHRISTIANI rifled through her handbag with disbelief settling over me. Could it really be that simple? She’d stashed the damn thing in the most predictable spot imaginable. Clearly, she’d put her faith in me—a faith I didn’t deserve.As the screen lit up with the familiar apple logo, my chest tightened.My heart immediately dropped.A barrage of missed calls and unread messages stared back at me.All from Christian.Had something gone wrong?With trembling fingers, I scrolled to the very beginning of our text thread and began reading. My mouth ran dry.Where are you?I need to see you. Are you at home?You lied. I pieced it all together.You forgot something crucial when you decided what you thought was best. You can’t make me unlove you.When I’m not okay, my daughter picks up on it. She already has. I know you’re convinced your life would’ve been different if your parents had stayed together, but did it ever cross your mind that it might’ve been worse? That your dad might’ve been p

I had walked in with so many emotions bottled up, it honestly worried me—I thought there was a real chance I’d lose control with her, that I wouldn’t know how to touch her gently. But then she looked at me… and something inside just shifted. She calmed the storm inside me like only she could. “I love you too, gorgeous,” I murmured, voice low with reverence. “More than anything.”I took a breath, regaining a steadier sense of control. The craving was still there—burning in every inch of me—but I could manage it now. “Even so,” I continued while starting to undress, “I still need to be inside you.” I paused as my shirt dropped to the floor. “Tell me something…” I unfastened my jeans, eyes fixed on hers. “Do you want me to make love to you first, and then fuck you hard afterward… or should we reverse it? You want it rough now, and soft later?”She didn’t respond right away. I slid off the rest of my clothes quickly, stopping only as my fingers caught the waistband of my boxer briefs. My

Christian slipped his arm around me. “Well… that’s going to be happening soon. Lena and I—we’re expecting. You’re going to be a big sister.” For a moment, Chloe didn’t respond at all. But then, she started bouncing in her chair, her whole body jittering with excitement, and both Christian and I released a breath we hadn’t realized we were holding. She slid out of her seat and walked straight over to me. “Where is it?” she asked with wide eyes. “It’s in here,” I replied, placing my hands on my stomach as she gently laid her palm on it. “Will it come out with pink hair?” I laughed. “Nope. But we’ll find out who it looks like in about six months.” Without hesitation, she leaned closer to my belly and began talking to it. “Hey, you in there! I’m your sister.” Christian and I exchanged a quiet, overwhelmed smile. Then she looked up at me, and her next words nearly undid me. “Thank you.” “You’re very welcome. And thank you for being so kind to me.” Truthfully, if it hadn’t