Semua Bab Surrogate for My Cold-Hearted Ex: Bab 41 - Bab 50

For several seconds, Adrian couldn’t move.He just stared at her—at Eleanor—his breath stuck somewhere between disbelief and rage.Maya was the first to whisper, her voice trembling.“Inside you… what does that even mean?”Eleanor’s gaze lingered on the pod beside her. The glass was still glowing faintly, a dim, pulsing light like a heartbeat.“It means,” she said softly, “Elias is still here. His consciousness, his data, his logic—merged. I saved what mattered.”“Saved?” Adrian’s voice cracked into a sharp laugh. “You stole him.”Eleanor tilted her head. “Such dramatic words. You act as if he were human.”“He was,” Adrian snapped. “More human than you’ll ever be.”For a flicker of a moment, her eyes softened, almost mournful. Then she stepped closer, her heels clicking sharply on the metal floor.“Do you really believe that?” she asked quietly. “That your brother’s heart wasn’t just a collection of code lines I wrote myself?”Maya moved protectively closer to Adrian. “If he was just

Light swallowed everything.Not the harsh white kind that burns your eyes, but a deep, golden flood that seemed to pour straight into their bones. The Core pulsed around them like a heartbeat — steady, alive, ancient. Maya’s fingers dug into Adrian’s arm as she blinked through the glare.“Adrian—”“I’ve got you,” he said hoarsely, though his own knees were shaking. “Don’t let go.”The sound of machinery twisted into something almost… human. The hum turned into whispers, thousands of voices speaking at once — fragments of thoughts, emotions, pieces of people. It was like standing in the middle of a storm made of memories.Then the voice of the Core cut through it all. Calm. Certain.“All versions must return to source.”“No!” Maya shouted. “You can’t just erase us!”“Not erase,” said the Core. “Complete.”A surge of energy rippled through the air, lifting her hair and clothes as though she stood in the center of a hurricane. The figure inside the Core — the other Maya — opened her eyes

The first thing Adrian felt was sunlight.Warm, steady sunlight across his face. Not the cold, sterile glow of the Core, but real sunlight — soft, golden, alive.He inhaled sharply and opened his eyes.The ceiling above him wasn’t glass or circuitry or some endless machine pattern. It was white-painted wood, with a ceiling fan spinning lazily.For a long moment, he didn’t move. He just lay there, breathing, trying to process how he could feel air on his skin, the sheets beneath him, the distant hum of a city outside a window.Slowly, he sat up.He was in a bedroom — spacious, sunlit, familiar. The kind of place that felt lived in. The walls were painted a pale grey-blue, lined with framed photos. His eyes darted to them — his stomach tightening.Every frame held the same two people.Him.And Maya.He swung his legs off the bed, bare feet hitting the soft carpet. The air smelled faintly of coffee and jasmine. A mug sat on the nightstand — still warm. Steam curled lazily from its rim.H

The beeping wouldn’t stop.Adrian pressed his palms to his ears, but the shrill sound still pierced through his skull, relentless and too real. The room pulsed with artificial light, flickering every few seconds — bright, dark, bright, dark — as if reality itself was struggling to stay on.Maya was half-sitting in her hospital bed, eyes darting between him and the monitor. “Adrian, what’s going on?”He didn’t answer right away. His body was shaking, the adrenaline making his breath short and ragged. He could feel sweat sliding down the back of his neck, though the air was freezing.“I think…” he finally whispered, “I think we’re not out yet.”She blinked, confusion furrowing her brows. “What does that mean?”He looked up, meeting her eyes — those same honey-brown eyes that once grounded him, now wide with fear. “It means this might not be real.”The words hung between them, sharp and unbearable.Maya stared for a long moment, and then she did something he didn’t expect — she reached o

When Adrian opened his eyes again, everything was golden.The air shimmered like liquid light, and the ground beneath him pulsed softly with veins of energy that spread out in all directions. Above him, the sky wasn’t sky at all — it was alive, swirling with luminous shapes that moved like thought given form.He tried to sit up, but his limbs felt heavy, slow — like he was moving underwater.“Maya?” he whispered, his throat dry.No answer. Just the hum — the low, endless vibration of the world itself.Then he saw them.The figures from before stood in a wide circle around him, their bodies translucent, their eyes glowing faintly gold. There were hundreds of them — maybe thousands — all perfectly still.He swallowed hard. “What… what are you?”One of them stepped forward. Its features shifted constantly — faces of men, women, children — blending and dissolving in a continuous loop.When it spoke, its voice was layered, like dozens speaking at once.“We are the Continuum.”Adrian’s brea