All Chapters of My Stepbrother Got Me Pregnant: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

ChristinaI forced a polite smile and walked further inside.Kai tightened his grip on my hand at first. Then he slowly moved behind me, hiding in the folds of my gown.“Hey… Chris.”I turned.It was Michael. Uncle Carter’s friend’s son.He was older now. Broader shoulders. Same familiar grin.My eyes flicked to the faint scar on his forehead.I remembered that night too clearly. The night he asked me out. The night he stood in front of me with flowers in his hand. Later I saw him again. Bleeding. Stitches across his brow.He and Hunter had been good friends once. After that fight, they were never seen together again.When I asked Hunter about it, he shut me down.“It has nothing to do with you.”I had wanted to believe him. I did.“Long time no see,” Michael said.“Yeah.” I gave a small awkward laugh. “I was abroad. Studying.”“Really?” His eyes swept over me. “You’ve gotten… beautiful.”“Thank you,” I replied, keeping it short.Aunt Melania told me you were back,” Michael continued.

Christina“What the hell are you saying?” I snapped, trying—and failing—to keep my voice steadyinstead of irritated.“He has my eyes. My hair. The way he looks at people.” Hunter’s voice was low butunshakable. “I saw it, Chris. I see myself in him. Kai is my son.”For half a second, panic clawed up my throat.So I did the only thing I could.I laughed like he had just told the most ridiculous joke in the world.I threw my head back, exposing the line of my throat—a mistake. His eyes tracked themovement like a wolf watching a jugular.“You sound insane, Hunter,” I said, pressing a hand to my chest as if I needed to steadymyself from the humor of it. “Do you even hear yourself?”In a flash, the distance between us evaporated.He didn’t just step forward; he invaded. He slammed his palm against the door behindmy head, the sound echoing like a gunshot.“That’s not funny.”“It is,” I shot back, wiping at the corner of my eye as if I’d laughed too hard. “You see achild with gray eyes

Hunter“My ring was loose. I sent it to be fixed.”That’s what she said.Like I was supposed to believe it.Her hands were bare. Not the kind of bare that happens for a day or two. The kind thathas been bare for a long time.I didn’t argue.I just watched her.“Hunter,” Dad said casually, trying to fill the silence, “Chris finished her diploma inFashion Design from the University of Pennsylvania.”Penn.I looked at her again.She didn’t tell anyone.She just disappeared five years ago and rebuilt herself somewhere far from me.“Interesting,” I muttered, cutting into my food, though I wasn’t tasting any of it.Then an idea formed.If I’d see her every day. I’d watch the lies crumble.“Then why doesn’t she design for our upcoming fashion division? For the latest fashionparade.”The table shifted.Lisa stiffened beside me, but I ignored it.My eyes moved to Douglas.Gray eyes. Brown hair. Calm posture.I didn’t miss the resemblance. I didn’t miss the way Chris positioned herself sligh

ChristinaThe moment Shelly called me, a cold wave ran through my body.Hunter wasn’t sitting quietly.He was asking questions.Detailed questions.That meant only one thing—he had already started digging into the past. Into the truth I had buried five years ago.I pressed my lips together, my fingers tightening around my phone.Maybe coming back here had been a mistake.A reckless, impulsive decision made because my mother was dying.Did I do the wrong thing?“Hey.”Douglas snapped his fingers lightly in front of my face.“Where did you disappear?” he asked, watching me closely.I blinked and forced myself back to the present.“Nowhere,” I said quickly, shaking my head.Douglas leaned back in the chair across from me, crossing his arms as he studied my expression.“You’ve been somewhere in your head for the last ten minutes,” he said. “And judging by that look… it’s not a good place.”I exhaled slowly.“Sorry, Douglas… my parents thought you were my husband,” I said quietly, guilt si

Christina“What do you want, Hunter?!” I shouted. The weight of five years of pain and buried secrets finally boiling over.“The truth.”His voice was low. RawHis eyes looked like scorched earth—burning with anger but beneath it… something else.Something almost desperate.“About Kai,” he said. “He’s my son. He has the eyes only Carters have.”I threw my head back and laughed.The sound came out sharp and mocking.“Have you even seen his father?” I shot back. “He got those eyes from Douglas.”Luckily, Douglas had the same gray eyes.The lie felt easier when there was at least a piece of truth to support it.Hunter’s jaw tightened.His fingers loosened slightly on my leg but his gaze didn’t move from my face.“Still… I won’t believe it,” he muttered, almost to himself.He shook his head slowly.“I can’t.”This was it.The moment I had been preparing for.My fingers trembled as I reached into my bag and pulled out the document Lily had arranged for me—the lie that was supposed to end a