All Chapters of A Pulse And Betrayal : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 31: A Cry Before the StormDiana’s POVAfter many weeks of rest, I finally felt like myself again.The sun entered my window softly that morning, waking me up gently. I stretched slowly, placing my hand on my belly. It had grown round and firm. The baby was alive, kicking small kicks like a shy knock on a door. I smiled. I can’t believe we’re 9 months already. And I can’t wait to welcome my little miracle. But “I’m going back to work little one. "I said, as I rubbed my belly gently. And whispered to myself.Of course, it wasn't heavy work. I wasn’t planning to kill myself again. But I was ready to start my business slowly again since my mom wasn’t able to do justice to that. This time, I will take small orders, make small chin-chin packs, and maybe even employ an assistant to manage things better if I’m not around.As I stood up, I looked around my small room. My mom had cleaned everything. The whole place smelled like Dettol and baby powder. She had made it feel like peace.

Chapter 33 – Hospital Discharge and Going HomeDiana’s POV I stayed in the hospital for two more days. The nurses said I was healing fast, even though my body still felt like it had passed through fire. But every time I looked at my baby….my strength would rise inside me like flood water. Every nurse that entered our room always ended up staring at his back. Even though they tried to pretend, I could see the curiosity in their eyes. Some smiled softly. Some whispered when they thought I wasn’t listening. One even crossed herself quietly like she’d seen something holy.The birthmark remained there…clear, smooth, perfect. And sometimes, at night, when the moonlight entered through the hospital window, it would glow very faintly. I thought I was dreaming the first time, until I open my eyes wide to confirm that I was not feeling.“I just held him close and said, “I don’t care who or what you are just know that you are mine.”On the third morning, the Nurse came in with our discharge p

Chapter 35 – starting over again Diana’s POVSix weeks had passed quickly.My little boy, Star, was growing fast. He could now hold his head up, roll over on his own, and even try to sit up with his tiny legs pushing forward like he was in a race. Sometimes I just sat and watched him with amazement, wondering how such a small being could bring so much light into my life.It was time for his six-week check-up, even though he was already six weeks old. The hospital visit had been delayed because of the busy days and work since the day I found that strange letter under my door.But now, I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to make sure he was healthy.We arrived early at the clinic, and the nurse welcomed us kindly. She smiled when she saw Star.“He’s a beautiful child,” she said, gently touching his hand. “Very calm.”I nodded and thanked her, watching her every move. She weighed him, measured his length, and checked his heartbeat. Then, she asked me a few questions about his feeding and

Chapter 37 – Mama time to GoDiana’s POVIt had been almost one weeks since I started the restaurant deliveries, and each day brought something new….bigger orders, new customers, smiling faces, and long hours. My baking business was growing faster than I expected.But even in all the joy and busyness, one truth kept knocking quietly in the back of my mind.Mama would soon go back to her city.She had stayed longer than planned, just to help me adjust. From babysitting Star, to organizing my baking table, to encouraging me on the days I felt like giving up…..she had been my backbone.Now she stood at the edge of the compound, carrying her traveling bag.I stood quietly at the door, holding Star, watching her.“You’re sure you packed your Everything ?” I asked for the last time.She gave me a small smile. “Yes, Diana. You’ve asked me that three times already.”I swallowed and looked away.It wasn’t just that I was worried about. It was everything.“Star will miss you,” I whispered.Sh

Chapter 39 – Sweet cake.Chris’s POVIt had been two days since I ate that cupcake, yet the cupcake haunted me….in a way that I still couldn’t forget the taste.I had pastries before. Some fancy chef from Italy had even flown in once to present his ‘signature’ dessert for my hotel’s opening. But nothing….absolutely nothing….compared to the one I had tasted that afternoon in my office.Soft. Moist. Rich with just the right touch of vanilla and a smoothness that melted in the mouth without being too sugary. The icing was light, not overwhelming, and the base had this warm, homemade texture that made you feel like the baker poured part of their soul into every bite…..not just technique.It wasn’t just dessert. It was art.I stepped into the office that morning before 9:00am.The building was still so cold that cleaners quietly mopped floors, the faint hum of the elevator as it rose to the top floor. I wasn’t a morning person, but lately, something had started making me look forward to th