Semua Bab Pregnant With My Stepbrother’s Child: Bab 71 - Bab 80

EVELYN I had already made an appointment with the doctor for the termination.The decision hadn't come easy. It felt like my mind had been split into two warring halves, each side screaming at me with different versions of right and wrong. The moral implications weighed heavily, making every day feel like trudging through thick mud, my thoughts constantly circling back to the same impossible question. But in the end, logic had won.This was the only way.I couldn't afford to bring a child into this chaos. I could barely take care of myself, let alone have a baby. My bank account hovered dangerously close to zero, nearly becoming a regular occurrence of overdraft. And Mike… if he found out, it would ruin everything I was trying to build for us. I can boldly say I wasn't ready for motherhood with my broke ass if I was being honest with myself.I just needed to get through this and then I could pretend none of it ever happened and Dave in the long run, would be fine. And maybe finally,

EVELYN I know! I know!!The perfect ones are about to chew me alive.I can already hear them sharpening their knives, with their judgments lined up like a firing squad, ready to cut through my excuses, my weakness, and my moment of surrender. They will call me reckless or they’ll say I should have known better. That I should have resisted.Just calm down you all righteous judges. Take a chill pill and don't blame me too much. Because unless you've lived under the same roof with your ex-lover slash brother and you've spent months trying to convince yourself that you're over them while their scent still lingers on your pillow every time, or unless you've stood in front of them, their gaze burning through you, knowing they still have the power to undo you with a single touch, only then, do you have the right to talk. It's easy to preach about willpower from the safety of distance. Easy to lecture about moving on when you haven't felt the magnetic pull of history, or of muscle memory,

DAVEEvelyn was absent during breakfast, so it felt like a better time to speak. It was just my parents and me, sitting at the dining table like another annoying morning.I gripped my fork tightly, my palms slightly clammy. The metal felt cool against my skin, a stark contrast to the coldness spreading across my chest, a mixture of anticipation and dread. I had gone over this conversation in my head a thousand times, rehearsed every possible reaction they might have, and prepared counters for every argument. But now that I was here, facing them, and the words suddenly felt heavy like stones were sitting on my tongue.I swallowed hard, feeling the lump in my throat refuse to budge."Mom. Dad. I want to talk to you about something."They both looked up. Mom with soft curiosity, with the serving spoon in her hand suspended midair between the casserole dish and her plate. Her eyes, a different shade of hazel from mine, held a gentleness that had always been my refuge. Dad, on the other h

DAVEI can’t say I was surprised when Mom yelled because it was obvious Evie didn't want to come with us. “Evie, we are running late! Come outside!” The strain in her voice was obvious like she was trying to call someone who had long mastered the art of ignoring the world. But Evelyn wasn’t just a member, she was in a league of her own when it came to selective hearing.Mom called again. No response. Not even the sound of movement from inside the house. At this point, it wasn’t just about being late. It was as if she just wanted us to leave her behind.Mom turned to me, irritated. “Dave, please go and check on her and hasten her up.”I would have sighed dramatically if I wasn’t too busy trying to hide the way my heart picked up at the request. Because this right here was my answered prayer. An opportunity I had been looking for a reason to go to her room without making it obvious. Now, I had one, handed to me like a goodbye gift wrapped in Mom’s irritation.I didn’t waste a second.R

EVELYN I am standing in one of my best dresses in front of Mike's place, heart thudding loud enough that I'm sure the guards could hear it. Breeze lifted a corner of my dress gently just enough to remind me that I should've brought a shawl, and maybe also that I've never done anything quite like this before.The mansion loomed before me, somehow inviting. I fidgeted with my small clutch purse, suddenly conscious of how out of place I might appear.My light pink dress was like the inside of a seashell and armless, with a square neckline that flattered my shoulders. It cinched slightly above my waist, not tight at all, flowing when I walk, almost like I'm floating. The material has a small glitter to it, just enough to catch the light when I turn. Not something skintight or showy, but almost regal enough to make every girl at prom jealous if I was in one currently. And even though this isn't prom and Mike never officially asked me out, today matters. At least to me. Enough to wear some