All Chapters of Unexpectedly His: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Chapter Seventy Two:Heart to Heart MomentsFaith sat comfortably on Lisa’s couch, one hand resting on her small baby bump while the other lazily flipped through her phone. Lisa came out from the kitchen with two glasses of juice and dropped one gently in front of her friend before settling beside her.Faith sighed deeply, the kind of sigh that carried weight and tiredness. “Lisa, I’ve finally decided,” she said, rubbing her forehead. “I’m done checking Kunle’s phone. I’m done stressing myself. I think it’s the best thing for me and the baby.”Lisa took a slow sip from her juice, eyes softening as she listened. “I can imagine how hard that decision must have been for you,” she said softly.Faith nodded, staring at the glass for a moment. “You know I love my husband,” she murmured, her voice shaking slightly. “I don’t want anything to affect my child. Coming from a broken home really dealt with me, Lisa. I never want my child to grow up with that trauma.”Lisa’s expression softened even

Chapter seventy four: Conversations Over WineLater that evening, after Ken and Lisa had gone through the motions of celebrating their so-called marriage, Ken felt restless. The laughter earlier had felt forced, the smiles rehearsed. Once Lisa retired to her room, the house grew quiet, and the silence pressed heavily on his chest. He knew exactly what he needed: fresh air, familiar company, and a place where he didn’t have to pretend.Without thinking too much about it, he grabbed his car keys and headed out to meet Kunle at their favorite spot.The lounge was exactly how Ken remembered its dim lights, soft music humming in the background, and the familiar scent of grilled fish hanging in the air. This place had witnessed countless conversations between them, from wild dreams when they were younger to confessions they never shared with anyone else.Kunle was already there.He sat comfortably, relaxed like a man with nothing weighing down his mind. A full plate of grilled fish sat befo

Chapter Seventy Six: Conversations Between HeartbeatsLisa was curled up comfortably on the couch in Faith’s living room, her legs tucked beneath her as a movie played on the television. She wasn’t fully focused on it, though. Her mind drifted in and out, catching bits of dialogue while enjoying the calm, familiar space. Faith’s house had always felt warm and safe in a way that wrapped around you without trying too hard.She heard footsteps and turned just as Faith walked in from the kitchen, smiling brightly. In one hand was a glass of juice, and in the other, a small plate neatly arranged with sliced apples.“Baby girl,” Faith said playfully, handing her the glass, “marriage looks good on you.”Lisa laughed, accepting the juice. “You can say that again.”She picked up a slice of apple and took a bite. “Thank you for the apples and the juice.”“You’re welcome,” Faith replied, settling down beside her on the couch. She adjusted herself slowly, one hand instinctively resting on her bab

Chapter Seventy Eight: The Cost of BetrayalThe room felt suffocating, as though the walls were slowly closing in.Ken paced back and forth, his footsteps heavy against the tiled floor, while Lisa stood near the window, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. Her mind was in chaos, replaying everything again and again, searching for where things went wrong. Her heart throbbed painfully in her chest.“I can’t believe this is happening,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “I can’t believe Bella would do this to me.” She turned to Ken, her eyes glossy. “I trusted her so much. So much, Ken. Why would she betray me like this?”Ken stopped pacing and scoffed harshly. “Obviously, you trusted the devil,” he said bitterly. “A she-devil.”Lisa exhaled slowly, dragging a hand down her face. “I should have just kept my mouth shut. Maybe if I hadn’t said anything”“Stop,” Ken cut in firmly. “Don’t blame yourself, okay? This isn’t your fault.”He paused, then added with resolve, “Right now, all we

Chapter Eighty: Cracks Beneath the LaughterLisa sat quietly on the couch in the sitting room, her legs folded beneath her as she scrolled through her phone. The house was unusually quiet, the kind of silence that made every small sound stand out. She was lost in whatever she was reading when she suddenly heard soft footsteps approaching.She looked up.Ken was walking toward her barefooted, his expression unreadable. He raised his finger slightly, signaling for her to stand up. Confused but alert, Lisa rose to her feet. Before she could ask what was going on, Ken pulled her close and pressed her back against the wall.“Cooperate,” he whispered urgently. “My dad is coming.”Before Lisa could react, Ken’s lips were on hers. The kiss was sudden and intense, leaving her breathless. Her hands froze at her sides, her mind racing. It did not feel planned. It felt desperate.Just then, Ken’s father entered the sitting room, speaking on the phone, his attention divided. Ken tightened his hold