บททั้งหมดของ The CEO'S Chubby Contract Wife: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Lyra’s POVThe air inside the International Hospital was cold—too cold. The white fluorescent lights hummed faintly above me as I sat on the hard plastic seat near the reception, my fingers curling tightly around the hem of my gown. Rafi sat beside me, flipping through a magazine she wasn’t reading. Her presence calmed me. She’s been the only one by my side lately. The only one who didn’t look at me with pity or guilt in their eyes.But still, even her comfort couldn’t stop my leg from bouncing nervously.It had been over an hour.I shifted in my seat for the third time in five minutes and glanced toward the entrance. Nothing. No sign of Lucian. No sign of Lillian.I inhaled sharply and let the breath out slowly. Maybe he changed his mind. Maybe he ran away with her. Maybe he’s scared just like me.I turned toward Rafi.“I think I’m going back now,” I said flatly, reaching for my bag. “I can’t keep sitting here like a beggar waiting for someone to show up.”Rafi didn’t look at me. She

“Lyra, what do you want to check on a male thigh?” Rafi asked, his brows furrowed, confusion thick in his voice. “Just leave me alone.”The hospital room was too quiet. My heart thumped louder than the beeping machine beside the bed.Why were they all acting like I was being irrational? Why were they trying to stop me?I clenched my fists, my breath shaky, my chest heavy.What are they hiding from me?My eyes burned as I glared at Lucian’s covered thigh. “Why are they not letting me check? What’s there in checking a male’s thigh?”My voice cracked with rage and pain. I didn’t wait for anyone anymore. I grabbed his trouser and pulled it down—not completely, just enough.Just enough to see what I needed.There it was.A scar. Thin, pale. A scar I had memorized in flashes. A scar from that night. My breath hitched, like someone had pulled the air from my lungs. The room started to spin around me, my knees felt weak, and my stomach turned.I stumbled back one step. Then another.No. No. N

“Give me Lillian back,” she said, but before I could even take a breath or shape a reply, she turned away.Her voice rang with something I couldn’t touch—grief maybe, or hate, or something older than both.I turned back, helplessly, my chest tightening as I realized what made her stop mid-sentence—she had seen my parents.I wanted to run after her. I wanted to scream her name and drag the truth out from wherever it was hiding, but my knees wouldn’t move. I stood there, frozen, like a scared little boy again.“Why?” I whispered, more to myself than anyone.The day passed in broken pieces after that.No one spoke. Not even to ask if I'm okayMy mother had gone quiet—dangerously quiet. At home, she cooked, stirred, moved like a ghost through the kitchen, but didn’t eat a single bite. She didn’t even sit at the table. Just poured tea she didn’t drink.My father stayed in his study with the door cracked, enough for me to hear him muttering. Tapping his pen. Over and over.Names. Dates. Fra

I opened my eyes slowly, blinking against the dim golden light filtering through crystal chandeliers above. My head ached, my arms felt heavy, and a strange scent—some expensive cologne or perfume—hung in the air.The ceiling looked high and polished, and when I pushed myself up on the velvet mattress, I realized this wasn’t just any room. It was fancy. No, not just fancy—expensive. Marble floors, gold-lined curtains, a plasma TV mounted on the opposite wall, a long grey couch, and a glass table sat in front of it. Two closed doors stood to the right.“Where am I?” I whispered, my voice dry and cracking.I turned to the left, hoping this was some twisted dream, my bare feet sinking into the thick rug as I stood. That’s when I noticed a photo on the wall. My breath caught in my throat.A photo of me and Zane. At the university gate. My first day. I remembered the exact day. I had just arrived, still overwhelmed by the crowd and the buzz of campus life. I was laughing, shy, hiding behi

Third Person POV.As Zane stood tall, bare-chested, Lyra instinctively stepped back, her spine pressing into the wall. Her breath came fast, shallow. Zane's gaze slid to her and settled there, dark and steady."Don't worry, I'm not touching you now," he said, lips curling into something between a smirk and a threat. "Not till tonight."Then, without a care in the world, he turned to the lady who was sucking him. The lady moaned as Zane grabbed her hips and pulled her toward him. She spread her legs instantly, inviting him in. Zane didn’t hesitate. He positioned himself at her entrance, gripping her thighs tightly as he thrust into her in one brutal motion. Her back arched as she cried out, her nails digging into the couch.Zane grunted, his voice low and rough. He pulled out almost all the way before slamming back into her, setting a relentless pace, the room, mingling with the woman’s moans and Zane’s heavy breathing. He leaned over her, his hands moving to her breasts, squeezing an