All Chapters of In love with my step-son : Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

The moment I saw those two pink lines, my world shattered.My knees buckled, and I sank onto the edge of the bathtub, my trembling fingers clutching the pregnancy test like it was a bomb waiting to explode. My breath hitched, shallow and fast, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't slow it down.This can't be happening. Not now. Not to me.I blinked rapidly, as if the extra lines would vanish if I stared long enough. But they didn't. They only grew sharper, brighter—mocking me.A million thoughts clashed inside my head, loud and ruthless.What if I pin the pregnancy on Derrick? Would he believe me? Could I carry this lie for the rest of my life?What if I tell Jackson? He'd lose control. He might expose us both, destroy everything—our marriage, our family, my sanity.And then—quiet, cold, and cruel—a single thought took shape.Abortion.The word felt like poison on my tongue. But it lingered.Was that the only way to fix this? To erase my mistake? To hit a reset button on this dis

I never imagined the truth would destroy three lives in a single day.Jackson’s baby was growing inside me, and today, Derrick—my husband—might find out he’s not the father.I gripped the edge of the bathroom sink, knuckles white, my reflection pale and haunted. My hair was tied back, but strands clung to the sweat at my temples. My stomach churned—not from the pregnancy, but from fear.Derrick can’t know.Not today.Not ever.I’d prayed all night, curled on the edge of our marital bed while he slept beside me, unaware. My lips moved silently into the darkness, whispering desperate bargains to a God who stayed silent. I offered anything—my peace, my future, even my body—if only the truth could stay buried a little longer.But nothing changed.When Derrick’s voice called out from the living room, it was like a hammer striking my chest.“Babe, are you ready? The driver’s waiting.”His voice was cheerful, casual. He had no idea the bomb ticking beneath our lives.I walked to the door, my

I told myself he could never find out—but now the truth is kicking inside me.The quiet hum of the car was the only sound between us as we drove home. The headlights cut through the dark road, making long shadows that flickered and danced across the trees. I sat still in the passenger seat, my fingers twisting and untwisting in my lap like they were trying to keep my secret from slipping out.Derrick’s hand rested on the wheel, his eyes focused on the road, but every few minutes, he glanced at me. Just quick, careful looks, like he was waiting for something. Like he could feel there was something wrong, something I wasn’t saying.Once, our eyes met. He gave me a small, soft smile, the kind that used to make my heart flutter. Tonight, it just made me ache.I turned my head to the window again, pretending to look at the passing lights. But all I saw was my own reflection staring back—tired eyes, pale lips, and that tiny bump under my dress, just beginning to show. The lie I had told for