All Chapters of Pregnant With My Stepbrother’s Child: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

EVELYN “Hey, you got me scared,” she said, pulling me into a hug so sudden it nearly knocked the air out of my chest. Her arms were all warmth and worry, and her voice? Laced with the kind of concern you don’t fake. I sank into her arms, inhaling the faint scent of vanilla she always wore like a signature. “Yes, I know. I’m truly sorry about that,” I said with a muffled tone against her shoulder. I didn’t even know how much I needed that hug until her heartbeat thudded softly against my cheek. The kind of comfort that didn’t ask for permission, just knew where to land.She pulled back, her hands still resting on my arms like she was holding me in place in case I tried to disappear again. “You know,” she said, searching my eyes, “you’re allowed to hate that job. If it’s draining you, we can get it changed. I can talk to Mum if that helps, anything to get you out of a place that’s not treating you right.”That was Trina. That was always Trina. Offering escape like it was the simples

EVELYN Am I happy? No.But will I be fine? Absolutely.Today, I said no to the world. Politely. I took the day off work because my spirit was tired. I needed to pause the noise and allow my mind breathe. Let my heart recalibrate.Trina barged in after giving me much space in typical Trina fashion like a hurricane in house slippers. In one hand, a mismatched plate and the other, her signature smug grin. She dropped the plate by my side.“Thank you, Trina,” I mumbled, shifting slightly so the scrambled eggs and fries didn’t end up becoming a tragic bed decoration.She placed both hands on her hips, eyeing me like a science experiment she was about to fail. “You look like shit right now,” she said. Then, with a theatrical flair, she whipped the blanket off me. “Dig in.”The audacity of this woman needs to be studied.I looked at the plate; eggs trying their best to look fluffy and fries that were courageously burnt in a way that screamed, “She tried.” I picked up the fork and poked at

EVELYN "There's nothing money can't do," Trina said, her fingers tapping against her coffee mug. "It might even be an artificial leg that Mike's using."I watched her carefully, the way her eyes darted away from mine when she mentioned his name."This is beyond money, Trina." I leaned forward, lowering my voice. "Don't say I'm stupid or something, but why do I think it was planned?"The moment they left my mouth, I saw Trina's expression shifte to an expression I couldn't quite place. Whatever it was vanished shortly after, replaced by a practiced smile."Evie, honey," she said with a patronizing edge that made my skin crawl. "You're still processing the trauma. It's normal to create conspiracy theories when something horrible happens. Our minds try to make sense of senseless tragedies.""He was in a car crash," she continued, her voice softening with practiced sympathy. "And maybe it took too long for him to recover and they decided to rephrase it as him being dead. Be grateful he's

EVELYN I don’t know how long I’d been out. Seconds? Minutes? Days? Time had turned slippery, ungraspable. All I know is that I came back to myself in fragments like someone trying to piece together a shattered mirror while blindfolded.My mouth was dry, my lips chapped like parchment rubbed against gravel. Breathing felt like trying to suck air through a straw stuffed with cotton. But it wasn’t even my chest that hurt the most, it was my arms. They were literally screaming like two angry toddlers left in timeout too long.Every inch of muscle from shoulder to wrist ached like I’d been crucified backward. The ache was deep and throbbing, not sharp but constant, like a mean reminder that I still had a body and it was pissed off at me.The moment I tried to shift, a hundred red alerts blared through my nerves. My hands— no, my entire arms were twisted unnaturally behind my head, tied tight with what felt like ropes or maybe some rubbery cord, biting into my skin. There was no give. The

EVELYN How could that be possible?Zero match between Dave and me.I stared at the DNA test as if it had personally insulted me. My pulse was thudding like an angry drum beneath my skin. No match? That meant… we weren’t related at all. Not even a drop of shared blood. But that was impossible. We grew up together as step-siblings. We were raised under the same roof, ate from the same chipped plates, and fought over the same busted-up remote control.I blinked again at the paper, hoping I had misread it. That it was a bad dream and I’d wake up in my cluttered bedroom with Anna whining for breakfast and the scent of overripe bananas wafting from the kitchen. But it was real. So real it hurts to breathe.“This was forged,” I snapped, thrusting the paper back at him like it was diseased. “There’s nothing you could say to me to make me believe otherwise.”He didn’t even say a word, he just stood there, annoyingly calm and composed, as if he hadn’t just cracked my world open and dumped the