IN MY STEPSON’S BED のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

I downed my third glass of wine, letting the burn distract me as I sat there, waiting for Richard to get home.My first instinct when he walked through the door was to let it all out—yell, accuse, demand answers. But I held back. I told myself I’d stay calm, rational. So I waited. Waited until after dinner to bring it up.He was still working through his steak, having already cleaned off the pasta, and I stayed quiet, watching his fork scrape the last bite off the plate. Only when his dish was completely bare and he leaned back with a satisfied sigh did I finally speak.“That was good,” he said, wiping his mouth before draining his glass of water.I looked at him for a beat, then cleared my throat. “I called the school’s treasurer yesterday. Wanted to check on how things were going with Astor.”His eyes flicked to me. “And?”“He said we’re surviving. Barely.” I paused. “Haven’t you been investing?”“I have.”“Little by little, I was told.”“Just enough.”My fingers curled into fists.

7 days later A week later, and I still hadn’t told Richard about my decision.I didn’t know if I was scared or just guilty. I felt like a betrayer.And then there was the other part of me — the part I couldn’t even begin to explain.Noah and I had barely spoken this past week, and honestly, it was understandable. Maybe it was better that way. I didn’t want things to get more awkward than they already were.This was my decision to make. I’d made up my mind — I was going to have a child. I was supposed to feel happy about it. Excited, even. But all I felt was this gnawing guilt that refused to let me breathe.For a moment, I thought of ending things again — for the third time.Maybe that would take the weight off my chest. Maybe it would be better. For Noah, at least.He’d get to move on.Find someone who wouldn't claim to love him and still carry another man’s child. Everything would be simpler.What would I even have to lose? Him. I’d have to lose him. His stares. His embrace. His to

NOAH We lay together, my head resting on her chest as my hand gently caressed her beautiful baby bump. It wasn’t visible yet—her stomach still looked as flat as it had before the pregnancy—except that when she stood, you could see the faintest little pout. But it was real. For three months now, a tiny life had been growing inside her.No one else could tell, but I could—because I saw her naked almost every day. Pregnancy made her even more stunning. Her skin seemed to glow, her hair looked fuller and more radiant, and her hazel eyes were absolute perfection.I tried not to think about who the baby belonged to, choosing instead to pretend it was mine. I stayed away from social media as much as I could; every time I scrolled, I was reminded of the truth. It was everywhere—headlines, news stories, endless posts all pointing to Dianne’s pregnancy, daughter of Astor, wife of Richard Wilson. Most days, it made me sick.She’d also urged me to try patching things up with my father. I listene

NOAHI wasn’t going.That decision had been made the moment I woke up—maybe even last night. Not after what happened yesterday.From my bedroom window, the city morning stretched out in gold, and I told myself I belonged here, buried in work, far from her summer getaway.Still, I couldn’t shake the promise I’d made—to be with her through everything. It gnawed at me. I owed her that much.I felt like crap. I shouldn’t have walked out on her last night. The image of her swollen, tear-streaked face burned into my memory, and the question kept circling: had I screwed up again?The truth was, I didn’t know. Hell, I didn’t even know what I was doing anymore.This affair had gone on longer than I ever planned. She was pregnant now—a sign I should walk away. But I couldn’t. She’d already become a missing piece of me, and my attachment only grew stronger.The longer I stayed away, the harder it became to stop thinking about her. And God, sometimes I wanted to—wanted to erase her from my mind s

NOAH She took my dick gently, and I guided it until it slipped into her wet pussy, a groan leaving me as her quiet moans mixed with mineI was a little nervous, this was the first time we’d tried this position since she got pregnant. She moved slowly, riding me with soft moans, and I met her rhythm, pushing up to deepen the moment. The pace drove me crazy; it felt like torture, like I was being punished. All I wanted was to flip her onto the bed and pound into her with everything I had, but I couldn’t, not with the baby. Every slow thrust only made my hunger for her sharpen, the restraint winding me tighter with need.She rolled her hips a little faster, her nails digging lightly into my chest as if daring me to keep up. She looked so beautiful like this, so freaking sexy. If I thought she was beautiful pregnant, she was even more beautiful now, brave and fearless, taking all of me this wayShe felt tighter now, her breasts bouncing beautifully with a subtle rhythm, fuller than befo