All Chapters of HIS MOST WANTED KARMA: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Tonia stood stiff at the doorway, staring at the strange woman who had just arrived. Before she could even ask who she was, Captain Smith’s voice came from inside.“Who’s at the door, Tonia?”Seconds later, he appeared in the living room. His steps slowed when his eyes landed on Camila.“Oh… you’re back.”Tonia moved aside politely, letting Camila step inside. She walked in with her luggage. Her eyes went around the house, scanning everything like she wanted to uncover secrets. She studied Tonia from head to toe, then turned her eyes to the little boy sitting on the couch. He was still glued to his cartoon, kicking his legs on the sofa.Tonia bent down and said with a gentle voice, “It’s past your sleeping time, son. Come, mummy will tuck you in.”The boy ran into her arms happily, and she carried him off toward the bedroom. The door closed behind them, leaving Captain Smith and Camila alone.Camila dropped her bag on the couch and crossed her arms. “Who is she? I never knew you had a

After splashing her face with water and staring at her reflection, the thought refused to leave her head.Without thinking twice, she quickly pulled on a plain dress and a sweater. Her hair was messy, but she didn’t care. She grabbed her purse, slid into her slippers, and rushed out into the night. The streets were quiet, with only a few cars passing here and there. She hugged her sweater tightly as if it would calm her nerves.The bright light from the pharmacy hit her eyes as she pushed open the glass door. The man behind the counter looked half-asleep but still managed a polite, “Good evening.”“I need… a pregnancy test,” she muttered, avoiding his eyes.He handed her the small box. She paid quickly and hurried out.Back in her apartment, Zoe sat on the bathroom floor for several minutes, staring at the box. Her heart was racing. Finally, with trembling hands, she opened it, read the instructions three times, and did the test.Now, the small strip lay on the sink. Zoe squeezed her

Zoe sat still, waiting for Diego’s voice to rise. She braced herself for him to scream, but instead, what he did surprised her.Diego didn’t raise his voice. He spread his arms and let her sob quietly. He didn’t rush her, didn’t push her with questions. He just sat there, watching her tears run down her face, giving her space to let it all out.When the crying slowed down and she was left with small sniffles, his tone was softer than she had ever heard.“It’s my fault,” he said quietly. “And I am so sorry. If I didn’t drag you into all this, you wouldn’t have ended up in this position. Do you want us to talk about it?”Zoe wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, then gave a small laugh through her tears. “Why do I feel like this isn’t you? It feels so strange seeing you this… caring and nice.” She shook her head, a little smile breaking through. “Now, where is the Diego that I know?”Diego chuckled too, a small one. “He’s still right here.” He leaned back, grabbed a throw pillow, an

Becky’s body trembled as though the walls of the house were closing in on her. She could still feel the presence in the room, even though no one was there. Her hands shook as she grabbed the letter again, tearing it into small pieces, scattering them on the floor as if that would erase what she had just read. She couldn’t breathe.Without wasting another second, she ran outside, almost tripping on her heels. She jumped into her car, turned the ignition with shaky hands, and drove off into the night. Her eyes were blurry, whether from the alcohol or the tears threatening to come out, she didn’t know. All she knew was she needed to get away.Minutes later, she was banging on Diego’s door. Inside, Diego jerked up from his bed, pulling his pillow aside to grab the pistol he always kept there. He moved slowly toward the door, his gun raised.He flung the door open, ready to pull the trigger, only to see Becky, hands raised high in the air.“It's me, Diego!” she shouted, her voice trembling

“What are you doing here?” Before Zoe could even open her mouth, Diego appeared at the door carrying the grocery bags in his hands. His voice was quick, almost like he had rehearsed it. “She is my friend. Remember, Alicia and I have known each other way back from college. She came to see me.” He didn’t wait for Becky to argue. He brushed past her, dropped the grocery bags in the kitchen, and came back to the sitting room. Becky was still standing, her eyes were glued on Zoe. Zoe sat calmly, she crossed her legs, looking unbothered as if Becky wasn’t even there. “Can I talk to you in private, Becky?” Diego said. Becky’s eyes didn’t leave Zoe, but she nodded. “Sure, let’s go.” They went inside his room. Becky’s eyes scanned the space. The designer sneakers were neatly lined up on the rack, expensive perfumes were arranged on the shelf, and the shine of his wristwatches. She couldn’t resist; she touched one sneaker, then ran her fingers along a perfume bottle, finally shaking