บททั้งหมดของ 2 LUSTS CAN MAKE A RIGHT : บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 129

MadelynLiam opened the door, and I heard a male voice answer his greeting before the sound of shoes stepping into the living room followed. I was still seated at the dining table, one hand resting on the curve of my stomach without even realizing it, when I looked up.Christopher stood there holding a bouquet.For a second I honestly thought my mind was playing tricks on me. Out of all days, out of all moments, I did not expect to see him standing in my house with flowers in his hands like he still had that place in my life.He stunned, legs halting as he steps in. There was tension in his eyes as soon as they landed on Dominic.Dominic was seated across from me, relaxed in his chair, sleeves slightly rolled up, looking like he belonged there. He had no idea who had just walked in. He glanced at Christopher the way you look at a stranger who walks into your space without explanation.Christopher’s brows furrowed immediately.He looked at me first.“What is he doing here?”The questio

MadelynWhen we arrive at the dinner location that evening, my chest tightens before I even step inside. The air smells faintly of fresh flowers and polished wood. Soft lights hang low, spilling a warm glow across the room, bouncing gently off crystal glasses and the smooth marble floor. Every detail—the subtle shimmer of the tablecloth, the arrangement of candles, the way the chairs are placed just so—feels deliberate, intimate. My hand rests on my stomach, pressing lightly against the curve of my bump, the weight of it making me suddenly aware of everything I’ve carried alone.Dominic moves beside me, steady, calm, his hand brushing mine for a fraction of a second as we step through the doorway. The simple gesture grounds me, even as my heart flutters from anticipation and nerves. I glance up at him, searching for some clue of his mood, some hint of what he’s planning. He looks impossibly serious, focused on me, yet there’s a softness in his eyes that I haven’t seen in months.And t

MadelynThe hospital smelled of antiseptic and fear. Sharp, biting, impossible to ignore. The corridors were a blur of white coats and wheels, voices calling, phones ringing, the occasional beep from a monitor somewhere in the distance. My hands felt ice-cold, trembling violently as I gripped the pen, signing the consent forms for Ava’s surgery. Each stroke of my signature felt heavier than the last, as if the ink carried the weight of everything that had just happened.Dominic’s hand brushed mine, steadying, grounding me, but his touch couldn’t erase the guilt roaring inside me. *This should have been me. I should have taken the hit. This was my fight.* My stomach clenched painfully at the thought. I glanced at Ava being wheeled away on a stretcher, her eyes wide, still trembling from the shock. She gave me the briefest look—half fear, half reassurance—and I felt my chest squeeze until it hurt.James and Clarissa arrived moments later, their expressions frozen in horror. They didn’t

MadelynThe past four months had flown by faster than I could ever have imagined. Our home, Dominic Mansion, had transformed into a proper nest for all of us, with staff bustling quietly in the background. I still caught myself staring at the polished floors or the strategically placed vases, thinking Dominic had lost his mind hiring so many extras, but there was a comfort in the order he craved.Dominic hovered more than ever. Every appointment, every check-up, he was there, notebook in hand, asking questions he’d clearly Googled in advance. He read obsessively about pregnancy care, his eyes scanning articles as if memorizing every tip, every precaution. He’d pause mid-sentence, look at me with this half-serious, half-panicked expression, and ask, “Do you feel okay right now?”I rolled my eyes more than once, though I couldn’t hide the twitch of a smile. “Dominic, I’ve survived a lot. I can survive pregnancy.”“Still… we don't know what to expect.”“Ha-ha,” I muttered, letting him ki

Madelyn I woke to the faint hum of machines, a dull pressure in my chest, and the strange, tender tug of reality whispering at me. My eyes fluttered open, heavy with exhaustion and disbelief. Dominic was sitting there, just like I’d imagined a hundred times in my dreams, though none of them had felt real. His hand rested on mine, fingers curled around it, firm and warm, grounding me. His eyes were wide, intense, slightly red, but steady on me. “Madelyn?” he murmured, voice low, careful. “You’re awake.” I blinked, trying to focus, and then I saw Lilian, my mother-in-law was cradling a tiny bundle, her arms soft and practiced, eyes glistening. The air in the room shifted, a mixture of disbelief, relief, and awe pressing down on me. My chest tightened, throat raw. That little bundle stirred in Lilian’s arms, and suddenly everything became crystal clear. I knew instantly it was mine. I whispered, barely audible, “Is… is she mine?” Dominic’s lips curved into a smile, small, but it c