Too Late , I am Carrying His Child のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

The sound of soft music filled the air as Marcus lay lazily on the bed, a smile playing on his lips. The hotel room was grand — gold curtains, white sheets, and the faint smell of wine and perfume. Beside him, Lila sat in a silk robe, sipping a glass of champagne. She laughed softly as she looked at Marcus. “You’re really something else, Marcus. Forty million naira? From one woman?” Marcus smirked. “Not just any woman. Cassandra is easy. She’s blinded by love and greed. I only had to tell her I wanted to grow my business, and she handed me everything.” Lila chuckled. “And now she’s probably crying her eyes out.” Marcus shrugged. “That’s her problem. She thought she could buy a man like me.” Lila shook her head in amusement. “So what’s next for you, big man? You’ve got money, you’ve got me, and a fancy hotel room. What more do you want?” Marcus laughed. “More, of course. I never stop. I’m already planning to invest in something small, just enough to double the money before

Nathaniel had just returned from a long day at the office. He dropped his car keys on the glass table and sighed. The house was quiet — too quiet. Normally, Cassandra would be talking on the phone, giving instructions to the maids, or watching a movie loudly. But that evening, he could only hear the faint ticking of the wall clock. He loosened his tie and walked into the living room. Cassandra was sitting on the couch, staring at nothing. Her eyes were red and swollen, her makeup smudged. There was a half-empty glass of wine on the table in front of her. Nathaniel frowned. “Cassandra?” She didn’t move. He walked closer and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Are you okay? You look… tired.” She flinched slightly at his touch and forced a small smile. “I’m fine, Nathaniel. Just tired, that’s all.” But Nathaniel wasn’t convinced. “You’ve been sitting here for hours, haven’t you? You didn’t even touch your dinner.” “I said I’m fine,” she repeated sharply, taking the glass of win

Cassandra sat in her room, staring blankly at the glass of water on her dressing table. The room was filled with silence, except for the ticking clock on the wall. Her hair was scattered, her face pale, and her hands trembled slightly as she held her phone. It had been two days since Vanessa showed her that Instagram post — the one that broke her heart completely. Marcus had betrayed her. The man she trusted, the man she gave everything to, had been enjoying himself with another woman while she was losing her mind over him. She had cried until there were no more tears left to cry. The money — forty million naira — was gone. But even worse, her dignity was gone too. A soft knock came at her door. “Cassie, can I come in?” Vanessa’s voice was calm, gentle. Cassandra didn’t move. “It’s open,” she said quietly. Vanessa walked in, wearing a cream jumpsuit and a serious look. She closed the door behind her and came closer, stopping beside Cassandra. “You haven’t eaten anything

Cassandra couldn’t sleep that night. She kept turning on the big bed, her eyes wide open as she stared at the ceiling. Nathaniel was fast asleep beside her, his soft breathing filling the quiet room. But her mind was noisy, full of Marcus. Every time she closed her eyes, his face came back. His smile, his voice, his promises. “I love you, Cassie… trust me,” she remembered him saying. But those words now felt empty. The man she loved, the man she gave money to — forty million naira — had run away without a trace. She sat up slowly and looked at Nathaniel. He was sleeping peacefully. For a second, she wished she could feel something real for him, but she couldn’t. She sighed and stood up, walking to the window. The city lights glowed far away. Her reflection looked tired and broken. “Why did you do this, Marcus?” she whispered. “Why did you leave me like a fool?” Her phone was on the table beside the bed. She picked it up again, hoping for a missed call, a message — anything. Bu

Cassandra woke up very late that morning. Her head was heavy, and her eyes were swollen from crying all night. She sat up slowly, holding her pillow close to her chest. The house was quiet, too quiet for her liking. She walked to the mirror and sighed. “You look like a mess,” she whispered to herself, trying to smile. But the smile didn’t last. Her thoughts were everywhere. For days now, Nathaniel had been acting distant. He barely talked to her anymore. Even when he was home, he stayed in his study most of the time. The love and attention she used to get from him had slowly turned into silence. She blamed herself. She knew she had been moody and distracted lately, thinking too much about Marcus and all the mistakes she had made. But Nathaniel didn’t know that — and she didn’t want him to. Cassandra dressed up neatly and went downstairs. The maids greeted her, but she barely answered. She sat at the dining table, staring at her untouched food. After a few minutes, Nathaniel