Todos los capítulos de FAMOUS DOCTOR RETURNS WITH THE EX’S BABY: Capítulo 171 - Capítulo 180

Amanda's POV Today was those kind of mornings I wished I had slept longer, The kind of morning that felt wrong because nothing is happening. No noise, the voices in your head louder than ever.That was the morning I found out about what had happened to Clara.Ryan was in the bathroom, the sound of running water muffled behind the door, he had gotten better, I knew it wasn't the drugs, just the urge to protect his family. Levi was at school, the house was calm in a way that made my skin itch, a lot was going through my mind.My phone buzzed on the table,one vibration, then another, I almost ignored it.I wish I had.The message was short:*Clara found dead in her cell early this morning. Authorities suspect murder.*I read it once.Then again.Then again, slower this time, like the words might change if I stared long enough. Dead, murdered, in prison.My chest tightened so suddenly I had to sit down, the chair scraped loudly against the floor, the sound sharp in the quiet house. I p

Ryan’s POVI saw Amanda leave, she didn’t know that I did.I was just turning back into the street, my mind still half somewhere else, when her car pulled out of the driveway. She wasn't driving fast neither did it look like she was in a hurry that was what caught my attention. Amanda always moved with purpose, even when she was scared, she pretended not to be. This time, she looked empty, like she wasn’t fully inside herself, I slowed down, she didn’t look back, something twisted in my chest. That quiet voice I’d learned to trust whispered that this wasn’t normal. She hadn’t said where she was going. She hadn’t texted. She hadn’t even hesitated.I followed, not close enough for her to notice, nott far enough to lose her. My hands were tight on the wheel, my eyes locked on her brake lights. Every turn she took felt weird, she now looked like she was desperate to get to her destination with the way she was driving, it seemed ike she was being pulled instead of choosing.She stopped i

Mrs. White's POVI never planned to tell this story.Some truths are so ugly that you bury them deep and pray they rot there forever. I told myself that silence was mercy. That forgetting was protection.But as I stood there, facing Thomas, with my daughter trembling behind a gun that should never have touched her hands, I knew the truth had already come to collect its debt.Thomas stared at me like I was a stranger, no, worse, like I was his enemy.“You’re lying,” he said again, louder now, his voice sharp and cracking. “You’re all liars.”My heart broke in a slow, painful way.I had seen him like this before, years ago, a boy with too much anger and nowhere safe to put it. A boy who had been shaped by cruelty and taught that love always came with conditions.“I wish I were lying,” I said softly. My voice felt weak, but I forced myself to keep going. “God knows I do.”He shook his head violently. “Stop talking.”But I didn’t stop.Because this was the moment. The last moment. And if

Amanda's POV The courtroom reminder me of memories I had long tried to forget, me inside the little box , trying to prove my innocence of an accusations.The place still had that frightening smell, the one that made you stomach anxiously churn.I noticed it the moment I walked in, the way the scent clung to my nose and refused to leave, like it wanted to stay with me long after this day was over. Weeks had passed since the burial, but grief did not follow calendars. It sat in my chest, heavy and quiet, like something waiting to be touched.Ryan walked beside me, close enough that our arms brushed. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. His presence was all I need in this moment , he was like a hand pressed gently against my back even when he wasn’t touching me.My mother sat a few seats away. She looked smaller than I remembered, weak and worn out, like someone who had cried all the tears her body could produce and was now surviving on memory alone.Thomas was already there, he

Amanda's POV I used to think belonging would announce itself loudly, that it would come with approval, with people finally saying my name the right way, with doors opening because I had earned them. But when it finally arrived, it came quietly, almost shyly, like it didn’t want to scare me away.Morning light slipped through the curtains, gently, brushing over the room. I lay still for a moment, listening. The house was awake but calm, no shouting, no tension lurking underneath the silence. Just the soft sounds of life continuing the way it was meant to.Ryan slept beside me, one arm heavy around my waist. His breathing was steady, I turned slightly, careful not to wake him, and placed my hand over his. This was my life now, not borrowed, neither was it temporary, it was mine.I sat up slowly, my body moving out of habit, one hand resting instinctively on my stomach. The curve beneath my palm was still small, but it carried a weight that went beyond flesh and bone. Every time I f