Semua Bab Pregnant and Rejected (Second chance mate): Bab 11 - Bab 20

Elena’s POVThe moment I got home, I kicked the door shut behind me and leaned against it, trying to breathe.My chest rose and fell quickly, my body sticky with sweat. I didn’t even realize how tightly I’d been holding onto my bag until it slipped from my fingers and hit the floor with a soft thud.I felt like I had just run a marathon in a burning forest. The day had drained everything from me—my strength, my patience, my will to keep pretending that everything was okay.“Take it easy,” Elizabeth said as she closed the door behind me. “You look like you’re about to faint.”I didn’t answer. I just slowly peeled off the cardigan, then the white blouse underneath. My undershirt clung to my skin with damp patches. I felt dizzy again.“I’ll get you water.” Elizabeth disappeared into the kitchen.I sank into the couch and let my head fall back against the cushion. My pulse throbbed in my neck. My thoughts were a mess—tangled, confusing, loud.She returned quickly, pressing a cold glass in

Elena’s POVAs Elizabeth and I walked toward the school gates, two security officers trailing us like shadows, I felt my world crumbling. Every step I took was heavy—like walking through the ashes of everything I’d built for myself.Then I heard her voice.Amelia.Clapping slowly as she strolled out from behind the school building with a smug, predatory smile on her face.“I told you,” she said sweetly, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Didn’t I say it, Elena? You wouldn’t win this war.”She walked closer, her heels clicking against the pavement, hands folded neatly behind her back like some elegant villain straight out of a fantasy movie. Her golden eyes gleamed with triumph.“You’re suspended,” she said, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. “Nine whole months. Guess I’ll see you next year… if you’re lucky.”Elizabeth stiffened beside me, but I gripped her wrist to stop her from lunging.Amelia stepped even closer, lowering her voice just enough that only we could hear.“You

Elena’s POVThe rain had come down hard that afternoon, thick sheets pounding against the roof of the mall like angry fists. I held the umbrella as tight as I could while Elizabeth helped carry the bags, both of us soaked at the edges regardless.We were already halfway across the parking lot when it happened.A loud blare of a car horn cut through the downpour. I didn’t hear it at first—not clearly. The storm was too loud, the wind howling, my mind distracted.It wasn’t until Elizabeth yanked my arm that I stumbled back.A silver Lamborghini screeched just inches in front of me, splashing muddy water across my shoes. The car came to a violent stop, steam curling from the tires.“What the hell?” I gasped, my heart hammering against my ribs.The driver’s window rolled down.“Watch where you’re going!” a man shouted, clearly irritated.I couldn’t see his face properly, just the outline of his jaw, sharp and tense, the rain blurring everything else. But his voice—deep, firm, commanding—c

Elena’s POVNine months had gone by like a blur.So much had changed since that rainy evening by the porch. Elizabeth and I had packed up everything and left the old house behind. It wasn’t easy, but it was necessary. Too many memories. Too many eyes watching us. Too many secrets threatening to be exposed.We relocated to a quiet part of the city, tucked in a sleepy neighborhood where the sea couldn’t reach us and the noise of the past felt far away. It was our fresh start—just me, Elizabeth, and the life growing inside of me.The new apartment was smaller, but warm. The living room smelled like fresh paint and cinnamon-scented candles. The walls were cream-colored, the curtains lavender. Elizabeth had picked them herself.That morning, we had just finished organizing the last of the baby clothes. I stood outside in the tiny backyard, a small plastic basin in front of me as I rinsed a few onesies and bibs. The sun was bright, but the breeze was gentle. It should’ve been a peaceful mom

Elena’s POVI had learned early on that motherhood requires sacrifice. Jimmy and Mimi—my miracle twins—were handed to Elizabeth’s mother for safekeeping. I named the boy Jimmy and his sister Mimi. They lived with her in the city outskirts, in a quiet house just far enough that no one from our past would see us. Every day, I visited them before work, kneeling on the soft rug and hugging them until their little arms squeezed me back. They were walkers now, toddling, giggling, exploring; and every time their laughter erupted, my heart grew full.I’d taken a part-time job as a cleaner at ArgentTech’s main office. This building loomed tall in the city’s skyline—glass and steel catching the sun. I was excited; at least this job gave me something real to hold onto: pay for milk, diapers, school fees for the babies. It was far from glamorous, but each paycheck represented hope. Because they had started school—a tiny preschool three mornings a week—and I wanted to be able to pay for that too.