All Chapters of Married to my sister's lover : Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

The doctor’s lips pressed together, and somehow, I found myself holding my breath too. His eyes stayed fixed on the result in his hand, and his expression didn’t help the tight knot forming in my chest.My heart was pounding, but I sat still, trying not to panic.He looked up slowly, his face unreadable.“The result is out,” he said.I gave him a nervous nod. My fingers curled tightly around my handbag resting on my lap.He hesitated for a moment, then said, “Miss Melinda… according to the test result, you’re pregnant.”I blinked at him.“Pregnant?” I repeated, like I wasn’t sure I heard him correctly.“Yes,” he replied gently.I just stared at him. My lips parted, but no words came out. I didn’t even know what I was feeling. My chest felt heavy, like someone had just dropped a rock inside it.The doctor tilted his head. “Miss, are you alright?”I nodded too quickly. “Yes, I’m… I’m fine.” I paused, then asked in a small voice, “Please… how long?”He glanced at the paper again. “You’re

“I Think I Know Who the Father Is…”“I’m sorry, what did you say?” My boss's voice snapped me back to reality.I blinked, realizing I must’ve said something out loud without knowing. “It’s nothing,” I said quickly, forcing a weak smile. It didn’t even touch my lips, let alone my heart. “I’ve just been… tired.”He leaned forward across his desk, his brows creased with concern. “You’ve missed two deadlines this week, and the last proposal you submitted ended on page two. That’s not you, Melinda,”I looked down at my hands resting in my lap, fingers nervously twisting the ring I no longer wore. “It won’t happen again,” I muttered.There was a pause.Then a soft sigh. “Look, if you need a few days—take them. Seriously. I’d rather have you back focused than burnt out and struggling.”I nodded once, barely hearing the words. “Thanks,” I murmured, standing up like a puppet being pulled by strings. “I’ll be fine.”“Just remember, you don’t have to carry everything alone,” he said as I turned

“Do you think I’m crazy for keeping this baby?” I whispered to my reflection in the mirror, my palms pressing gently against the small curve of my stomach. My voice trembled, carried away by the faint hum of the bathroom fan. The fluorescent bulb above flickered, casting uncertain light across my tired face.“Everyone keeps saying there’s still time to… to get rid of it.” My throat tightened around the words. “But I can’t. I won’t.”The woman staring back at me didn’t look like the version of me I remembered. Her hair was slightly messy, her eyes ringed with exhaustion, but behind that weariness was something stronger—something fierce and new. Determination.For a moment, I just stared, searching for traces of the girl who once cried herself to sleep, the one who felt abandoned, unwanted, and broken. But she was fading now. In her place was someone braver, someone who refused to let pain dictate her story anymore.I let out a shaky breath. “No,” I whispered. “This child is my strength