My Ex-Husband’s Vengeful Obsession의 모든 챕터: 챕터 61 - 챕터 70

The next two weeks felt like a thick fog swallowing Tessa’s life, filled with nausea, chills, and a silence neither of them dared to break. Nathan never mentioned that fight again, as if his words had slipped out in a moment of weakness and vanished with the night. Nothing was resolved. Only quiet lingered between them.Tessa followed the doctor’s orders to rest, but it did nothing to stop the relentless waves of nausea. The smallest scent could send her rushing to the bathroom, her body determined to expel every last thing inside her. Even when she had gastritis, it was never this brutal.It felt like the tiny life growing inside her was draining her strength drop by drop.She didn’t know what time it was when her body jerked awake, instincts driving her straight to the bathroom. She collapsed over the toilet, emptying what little was left in her stomach.A large warm hand rubbed her back, and another gently held her hair away from her face. She didn’t need to look to know it was Nat

Tessa lay stretched out on the bed, lazily flipping through a romance novel right at the sweetest part. Smokey was curled up on her stomach, asleep like a tiny guardian over the little life growing inside her. Somehow, that furball had instincts sharper than most humans. Once her baby arrived, he would protect it with everything he had, just like he had defended her from Caroline this morning. "So I am going to ask one more time. Why did you let that furball climb on the bed?" A deep familiar voice cut through her daydream. Tessa lowered her book. Nathan was leaning casually against the doorway as if he had been watching her forever. She had no idea when he came in. Guess falling into fictional romance land made her lose situational awareness. "Technically, he’s not on the bed. He’s on my stomach," she replied flatly, resisting the urge to complain about the cat practically crushing her lungs. Nathan walked in with that unhurried swagger of his, eyes fixed on Smokey. "He looks

“What’s your excuse for not helping? He lost his home because of me, and because of you!” Tessa jabbed her finger at Nathan. “You should take responsibility!”Nathan glared at Tyler like he was his mortal enemy. “He owns property under his name,” he snapped back.Tessa turned to Tyler. “Is that true?”“Yeah, it is,” Tyler admitted. “But I can’t go back there because… well, there are people watching that house. I don’t know if they’ll hurt me or worse if I show up.” He gave a quick nod toward Nathan before looking back at Tessa. “Why else do you think I ran off abroad? And honestly, you can probably imagine what that house looks like after being empty for so long.”Tessa’s eyes narrowed at Nathan.“I’ve got to replace the whole floor and part of the walls,” Tyler went on. “But I can’t afford it right now. I’m barely getting by with odd jobs.”Aside from his ties to Tessa’s father’s business, all this mess had fallen on Tyler simply because he once helped her. His life used to be fine,

Morning came wrapped in golden light. The sunlight was warm and gentle, spilling across the room and revealing the tiny specks of dust dancing in the air.Tessa woke up feeling different. Lighter, as if the heavy weight that had always pressed on her shoulders had suddenly vanished. When she sat up, something caught her eye and made her freeze: a ring on her finger. Last night, she thought she’d dreamed of Nathan slipping it on her, but apparently, it wasn’t a dream at all.The ring was hers. Her father’s gift on her eighteenth birthday. It shimmered with a faint glow, the teardrop-shaped diamond catching the light and scattering tiny rainbows across the walls. Tessa let out a long breath, relief and gratitude rushing through her so sharply it almost hurt. Nathan had somehow kept it safe after all her things were taken, and it looked exactly the same, flawless.After showering, she put on a simple dress and floated down the stairs, following the scent of coffee and toasted bread.The

Tessa was already in her pajamas, but her eyes lingered on her reflection in the mirror. Her stomach was still flat, like nothing was growing inside. It made sense, she was barely two months pregnant.A soft knock startled her. Probably the maid with the drink she’d asked for. She sat at the edge of the bed and told them to come in. Ana entered, her hands trembling as she carried a silver tray with a cup of hot milk.Tessa couldn’t tell if the girl was sick or just nervous, but she’d been fidgety all evening.“Your milk, ma’am,” Ana whispered, barely audible, eyes lowered.She placed the tray on the side table. Steam rose from the cup, carrying a soft, soothing scent.“Thanks, Ana,” Tessa said flatly. She didn’t bother to hide her irritation. The people in this house clearly didn’t like her, so why pretend to be nice?Ana bowed slightly before slipping out, closing the door without a sound. The room fell back into heavy silence.Tessa reached for the cup, staring at the white liquid.