Semua Bab Surrogate for My Cold-Hearted Ex: Bab 1 - Bab 5

Maya Rivers pressed her palms flat against the chipped wooden counter, forcing her hands to stay still even though they trembled. The faint smell of disinfectant lingered in the hospital corridor behind her, clinging to her clothes like an unwelcome shadow.She hated hospitals. Hated the endless waiting, the white walls, the tired faces. But most of all, she hated watching her sister grow weaker every day.“Miss Rivers?” The receptionist called her name, glancing up with a polite but practiced smile. “You can go in now.”Maya inhaled slowly, gathering her courage before she stepped into the small, glass-walled office. A woman in her forties sat behind a sleek desk, her navy-blue suit too sharp, too pressed, as though she never once had to worry about laundry piling up or overdue bills waiting on the table.“Please, have a seat,” the woman said smoothly. “I’m Mrs. Grant. I handle client–surrogate contracts for the agency.”Maya sat down, folding her hands in her lap to keep from fidget

Maya stared at him, her heart hammering so loudly she thought it might burst.“What… what do you mean our divorce wasn’t finalized?” Her voice cracked on the last word.Adrian’s gaze didn’t waver. “Exactly what it sounds like. The papers were filed, yes. But due to a legal technicality—the final decree was never signed. Legally, you’re still my wife.”Her knees went weak. She gripped the back of the leather chair to steady herself. Still his wife? No. That wasn’t possible. That wasn’t fair. She had walked away, scraped her life back together, sworn she’d never belong to him again.“This is insane,” she whispered, shaking her head. “I signed the papers. I walked away. We’re done.”Adrian’s lips pressed into a hard line. “You may think so. But in the eyes of the law, you’re still Mrs. Knight. Which means this child…” His eyes flicked toward her stomach, “…will be born into our marriage. Legitimately.”Heat flared in her cheeks. “Don’t you dare twist this into some fairy tale, Adrian. I

The car ride to the hospital was painfully quiet. Maya stared out the tinted window, the city lights blurring into streaks of gold and gray. Her stomach churned—not from morning sickness, but from worry. Adrian hadn’t said a word since the call. Not one word.Adrian drove with his usual precision, hands gripping the steering wheel, jaw tight. But this time, she caught the subtle tension in his shoulders, the rigid line of his back, the way his jaw clenched each time a car cut in front of them.It wasn’t just a regular checkup. He was scared.And for some reason, that scared her.“I’m fine,” she muttered finally, though her voice trembled.He didn’t glance at her. “You’re carrying twins, Maya. That’s not one child, not one heartbeat. That’s double the risk. You’re not ‘fine.’ You’re human.”She looked away, biting her lip. He was right. She was scared. Scared for herself, scared for the babies, scared for the fragile thread holding her family together.Adrian’s car pulled into the hosp