Too Late , I am Carrying His Child のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

The next morning came quietly, with the sweet smell of fresh air drifting into the bedroom. Savannah slowly opened her eyes and turned to look at Adrian beside her. He was still sleeping, one arm resting over her waist, his breathing calm and deep. She smiled gently. He looked so peaceful, like all the worries of the world had disappeared. For a moment, she just watched him, thinking about how far they had come. From strangers to best friends, to husband and wife — it still felt like a dream. Savannah carefully sat up and stretched. She wore her robe and walked to the window, pushing the curtain aside. The sun had started rising, painting the sky with shades of gold and orange. It was such a beautiful sight that she whispered a soft “Thank you, God.” Downstairs, the house was already awake. The maids were cleaning and chatting softly, trying not to make too much noise. The smell of breakfast filled the air — fried eggs, bread, and hot tea. Savannah went to the bathroom to fres

The next morning was bright and calm. Birds sang outside the window, and the sweet smell of flowers filled the house. Savannah woke up slowly and stretched her arms. Adrian’s side of the bed was empty, and she sighed softly. She missed him already. After dressing up, she went to check on baby Liam. The little boy was awake, kicking his small legs and smiling. Savannah lifted him gently and kissed his forehead. “Good morning, my little sunshine,” she whispered. “Daddy will call us soon.” She took him downstairs for breakfast. Aunty Lisa was already there, talking and laughing with the maids as usual. “Ah, my dear Savannah!” Aunty Lisa said loudly. “You look more beautiful every day. This motherhood is really shining on you!” Savannah smiled shyly. “Good morning, aunty.” They ate breakfast together, talking about little things. After that, Aunty Lisa said she wanted to visit her friend down the street. “Will you be fine alone?” she asked. “Yes, aunty,” Savannah said. “

Cassandra sat alone in the big living room, her eyes staring at the glass table in front of her. The television was on, but she wasn’t watching it. Her mind was far away, lost in a storm of thoughts. It had been weeks since Marcus disappeared with her money. Forty million naira gone just like that. Every time she remembered, her stomach turned. She had tried calling him, but the number never went through. Even his social media accounts were gone. Cassandra felt used and foolish. She had trusted him. She had believed all his sweet words and empty promises. “Idiot,” she muttered under her breath, gripping the edge of the sofa. “How could you do this to me?” Her eyes burned with tears, but she quickly wiped them off. She didn’t want to cry anymore. She had cried enough. Just then, the sound of footsteps came from upstairs. Nathaniel was coming down, already dressed for work. “Morning,” he said softly. Cassandra forced a smile. “Morning.” He looked at her for a moment. She

The next morning was calm and quiet. Birds sang softly near the window as the first light touched the curtains. Cassandra was already awake, sitting at her dressing table, brushing her hair slowly. She looked at herself in the mirror — the calm expression hiding the sharpness in her heart. Today was going to be important. She had arranged a meeting between Nathaniel and the “consultant,” who was actually a man Vanessa had found — someone loyal to them and good at pretending. Downstairs, the maids were busy preparing breakfast. The smell of coffee filled the air when Nathaniel walked in, buttoning his cuffs. “You’re up early again,” he said. Cassandra turned with a sweet smile. “I couldn’t sleep much. I was just thinking about your meeting today.” He raised an eyebrow. “My meeting?” “Yes,” she said softly. “The consultant. Remember? I told him to stop by your office at eleven. He’s very professional. I think you’ll like him.” Nathaniel nodded slowly. “Alright then. I’ll giv

Clara slammed her apartment door shut so hard that the sound echoed through the hall. Her heels clicked on the floor as she threw her purse across the couch. Her phone and lipstick rolled out, but she didn’t care. Her chest was rising and falling fast. “He said he’s moved on?” she muttered, pacing back and forth. “He said he forgave me?” She stopped in front of the mirror, staring at herself. Her makeup was perfect, her red dress hugged her figure, but her eyes were full of anger. “How dare he talk to me like that?” she hissed. “After everything I did for him?” She picked up an old picture of her and Adrian from the table — both smiling happily by the beach. Without thinking, she threw it on the floor. The glass shattered loudly. “I made you who you are, Adrian,” she said bitterly. “And now you want to replace me with that woman?” Her jaw tightened as she sank into the couch, breathing hard. “Savannah…” she said the name slowly, her lips curling with hate. “She thinks she’