All Chapters of My Husband Wants An Open Marriage : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

*ALORA* After the call with the doctor ended, Lorenzo was still on his phone. “What are you doing?” I mumbled. “Ordering all the guide to pregnancy books, I need to be as knowledgeable about this as possible.”I gasped. “You’re being too much.” “I’m not even being quite enough if you ask me, also, should we start shopping for the baby? We need to be fully prepared for him or her? What gender do you think it’ll be? The doctor said it was too early to know. I’m okay with any gender though, I just…” “Lorenzo.” I giggled, holding him to myself. “Let’s take it one step at a time, okay?” I loved how excited he was though.He smiled and nodded. “Yeah, for now. You should get some sleep.”*********** He really didn’t touch me that night, saying I needed some rest and by the following morning, I was craving to have him in my body so bad. I had woken up before him and for a moment I just admired the gorgeous man I had been blessed with. And then my

*ALORA* Lifting up my head, I found Lorenzo by the door, staring at me with a concerned look. He slowly walked up to me and hugged me from behind. “Why do you look so deep in your thoughts?”I sighed, not wanting to bother him. “It’s nothing.”He slowly turned me around to face him. “There’s clearly something.” “I’m just overthinking, I don’t want to bother you…” “You can never be a bother, you know that. So tell me what you’re overthinking about.” “It’s just…I’ve just been reading about the changes my body would go through in the coming months and I…I’m scared it might too much for me. I even read that some women put on so much weight when they’re pregnant.” “That wouldn’t be bizarre if it happens, I mean, you’re forming a life in there…” “What if too much weight makes me less attractive?” “If you must read things online, can you try to read more positive things?” He asked. “But it’s the reality of life.

*ALORA* I have to be strong, for him, for our baby.I wasn’t going to cry.I just needed to wait.And I did just that, I stood by the porch waiting for him as usual.Perhaps if I waited harder, he’d come home to me. And just like that three days passed of me not seeing my Lorenzo. On the fourth evening, Diego walked up to me looking ill at ease. Well, everyone had literally been tensed the past few days. But he seemed more tensed than usual. “What is it? Have you…have you found him?” I asked.It was one thing to hope he’d be found, it was another thing to wonder what state he’d be found in. “No. But I…I think something’s off.” “What is?” “I first sensed something off about that night regarding the location of that cliff. None of the drivers, including myself has ever taken that route when driving Don Lorenzo home. He, himself doesn’t take that route. I didn’t want to jump into conclusions before but now, I’m sure what happe

*ALORA* When Marina came by the house, hysterically crying, shouting her son’s name and searching the house for him.I calmly sat on the couch, knowing she was coming to lash out on me next.I deserved it. I’d deserve anything she does to me. Afterall, if I hadn’t gotten involved with her son, this wouldn’t have happened. Hope was all I could hold onto.Hope that he was somehow still alive.I didn’t know how to process any other possible outcome. Marina cried until she had no energy left and she weakly sat beside me. I glanced at her, her eyes were red-rimmed and swollen. I bit my lower lip, expecting the insults to come but it didn’t. Instead, she moved closer and held my hand. “I heard you still haven’t called off the search.”I nodded. “He…he’ll be found soon.”She nodded too, though I could see that she wasn’t as hopeful as me.It felt as if they all thought I wasn’t being realistic.I was being realistic.Lorenzo and I agreed to be together for the

*ALORA* Marina was crying now. “I’ve prayed, I wish more than anything for Lorenzo to come back. Even if he doesn’t forgive me, I’ll keep apologizing, I’ll try everything I can to make up for how I ruined his childhood. I’ve tried to hold onto hope, Alora. But I feel we should be realistic. I know this is particularly harder for you and that was why I’ve been skeptical about telling you of this. It’s been a month, realistically…by now…he…”I shook my head. “No…” She sniffed. “This is also hard for me to accept. I’m only trying to console myself that maybe I can make up for my actions…maybe I can make it up to Lorenzo by being there for his woman with my grandson. But I know for a fact that I will carry this guilt for the rest of my life, knowing the last time I had seen my son was when I broke his heart for the umpteenth time, was when I had seen him in his saddest state. I should have apologized that day, but I still have you to thank, at least I know the days lea