Todos los capítulos de SURROGATE FOR MY SISTER'S HUSBAND : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Betty's POV My heart raced uncontrollably, and sweat poured down my body, washing away the soap lingering on my skin. I felt exposed, vulnerable, and strangely aware that every sound in the apartment seemed amplified. The knock at the door had rattled me, and now the air seemed thick with tension. Jack, noticing my panic, removed his hand from my mouth, letting me breathe freely. A sudden surge of relief passed through me, quickly replaced by dread as my voice escaped before I could stop it. “Oh… no, he found me,” I gasped, my voice trembling. Jack, wrapped in nothing but a towel around his waist, bolted toward the door. I could hear the door creak open, and my stomach sank as a shadowy figure stepped inside. Before I could process anything, the stranger lunged at Jack. A brutal punch connected with his face, and he collapsed onto the floor, blood immediately staining the polished apartment tiles. The man in black didn’t hesitate; his movements were calculated, precise, and terrif

The room finally emptied, and silence swallowed me whole. Everyone had left, and I was supposed to rest. My body longed for sleep, but just as I was about to close my eyes, my phone rang. The caller ID flashed across the screen—my parents.For a moment, I reached for it, my finger hovering over the answer button. But something within me froze. I let the phone continue buzzing until it stopped. Why should I pick up? I reminded myself bitterly. I got into this mess because of them… because of the life they forced me into.The night dragged on, and reality hit me harder than ever—I had just spent a night in the hospital. Never in my wildest imagination did I think I’d end up here because of an infection. My life used to be normal, or at least I thought it was. But everything had changed so fast, and now I was fighting battles I never prepared for.I tried to distract myself, pretending for a second that I was just another girl living a normal life. With effort, I pushed myself upright on

My breath came in short, ragged bursts. The message from Dylan sat on my phone like a stone, heavy and impossible to move. I wanted to run to the hospital, to grab a doctor by the collar and demand answers, but the thought of being seen by my parents stopped me cold. If they saw me there—if they guessed why I was there—I might as well hand them every secret I had been burying for years.I tried to slow my thoughts. My body was still healing; every frantic idea seemed to rattle the stitches of my strength. Panic made my hands tremble and my head swim, so I forced myself to sit on the edge of the bed and breathe—deep, slow, measured breaths—like the nurse had taught me when I first arrived at the clinic. It helped, for a moment, to count the inhales and exhales. It didn’t make the fear go away, but it let me think.I knew I couldn’t stay online. Every notification felt like a possible trap. If anyone from Jack’s family, from the security men, or—God forbid—someone connected to that gang

After speeding through the highway, we finally reached the apartment I had booked, a newly built place where I was certain my enemies couldn’t track me down. The glass windows gleamed faintly in the fading light, and the quiet of the street gave me a small measure of relief.The driver helped me carry my bags inside. We didn’t speak much; his silence was respectful, but I could feel his curiosity lingering. After setting the last bag down, he raised his hand in farewell, his palm slicing through the air as if to say, you’re safe now, at least for tonight.I waved back with a faint smile, trying to pretend everything was fine. The truth was far from it. As soon as he left, I shut the door quickly, twisted the lock, and leaned against it with a shaky breath. My hands trembled as I reached for my phone and switched it off, desperate to cut the world out.But peace didn’t last long. Before I could even steady myself, another message appeared this time from Jack. Or at least, from a pri

I didn’t want to go back. Every part of me resisted the idea of stepping foot in that city again, but deep down, I knew I had to. It wasn’t for me—it was for Jack. Paying my last respects to him was the only thing I could offer at this moment, and though my chest ached at the thought, I couldn’t ignore it any longer.Dylan had no idea what was racing through my mind. She was focused on her work, flipping through files and checking a chart like nothing unusual was happening. Her calm presence almost made me want to stay, but the decision had already been made.“Dylan,” I said softly, unsure if my voice would even reach her, “I have to take my leave now…”She looked up, startled. “You want to leave without taking your medications?” Her tone was laced with concern, her brows knitting together.“Yes, ma’am. My family needs me. I have to go, and I’ll be back once everything is okay.” I stood up from the chair where I had been sitting, forcing myself upright though my knees trembled.She he