Lahat ng Kabanata ng Pregnant With My Stepbrother’s Child: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

EVELYN “My celebrity best friend,” Trina said, hopping beside me like a caffeinated rabbit in a romper with her smile so wide it looked like her cheeks might split open.I blinked at her, narrowing my eyes the way one might when encountering a wild animal you weren't sure was friendly or feral. “Oh God, what now?” I muttered, bracing myself.Because Trina, bless her glossy, hyperactive, and drama-infused soul, was never just saying things. She was bringing things. Fresh gossip and gist. TikToks that should be illegal. You could never predict what fresh madness she was riding in on. It could be anything from ‘Guess who just DMed me?’ to ‘A celebrity going viral on a Filipino wedding page.’ Even to her new fuckmate.And her tone? That sugary and suspiciously supportive voice she used only when she was about to detonate a bomb and smile through the flames.She waved her phone like it was a trophy. “I love people who fight for what they want,” she read out dramatically, swiping through t

EVELYN It had been over a month since I had the abortion done and yet here I was, standing in front of my bathroom mirror, feeling as if the world had changed direction on its axis. My body didn’t make sense anymore. I shouldn’t be bleeding.I wasn’t sure what was going on or why my body had betrayed me like this. The blood kept coming and going, fluctuating, like the dead battery of a broken clock. One moment it was light, almost insignificant, and the next, it was as if my body couldn’t contain it anymore.Yes, I know what you’re probably thinking maybe I was menstruating. That had been my first thought, too. I expected it. But this wasn’t normal. It didn’t feel normal. It was too much and too thick. Today, I had a blood clot. A large, dark clot, heavy and undeniable. It wasn’t just a little bit of blood; it was like I had spilled my entire body’s worth of it onto the bed. I couldn’t stop looking at the stain, knowing it was the evidence of something I couldn’t understand. My stom

EVELYN “What did you just say happened to Mike’s dad?” I snapped, slicing into their conversation like a knife I didn’t even know I had picked up. My voice pierced and I bet it rang in their ears like a bell. Or like I was dragging my voice across broken glass just to find one clean answer.Dad’s eyes darted toward Mom’s with something I recognized before they even moved with pain. That silent Morse code they used when they thought I was too little to read between the lines but I could. Even half-asleep, I’d recognize that kind of look. The way Mom’s face dropped ever so slightly, her jaw tightening but not enough to seem obvious. The way Dad wouldn’t meet my eyes. I could read their eye language like subtitles in a foreign film I never wanted to watch.“Princess,” Mom started, voice barely above a whisper like the truth would hurt less if you said it soft. “We don’t want you to blame yourself…”That one sentence sounded like a red flag. You don’t start sentences like that unless th

EVELYN They didn't knock today. That was the first thing I noticed. No parade of concerned footsteps. No hushed whispers arguing about who should try next. No Mom calling my name softly, pretending she was just passing by my door looking for nothing.The kind of silence that made you feel like everyone else had decided to go back to their normal lives, while yours would never move.But it wasn't a cruel silence. It was a nice one. When you know people who have cried hard and struggled because of you are now tired. Maybe they just explained to each other I finally needed space. Or maybe they just didn't have the strength anymore.Or maybe… maybe they were trying to move on.I didn't hear Mom's voice all morning. She had practically camped outside my door for days, checking in every hour like she was scared I'd vanish if she didn't. But now? Nothing. Which meant… she had returned to work. Probably told her colleagues she just needed to get back to her routine, but I knew better. She wa

EVELYN “Watch your back,” the masked man muttered, his voice gritty like gravel soaked in gasoline as if he’d been inhaling smoke his entire life. He didn’t even glance at me. His presence was heavy enough, like a stink that wouldn’t wash off. He turned away with his boots dragging slightly on the floor. Each thud sounded like a gavel slamming down.Like the end and that was how I survived.My knees were still glued to the ground, with my legs numb and my hands casually on Dad’s body. My body had shut down like a tripped circuit and I could still hear the absurb sound ringing in my ears. I didn’t even register my own breathing until I started choking on it. My throat convulsed, sucking in the air too fast like it was both desperate and useless all at once.I forced my eyes to look down.Dad wasn’t breathing.His eyes were open but vacant. Not like he was looking at something behind me. Not even like he was asleep. Just gone. It was the kind of stare that made your insides fold in on