Lahat ng Kabanata ng Too Late , I am Carrying His Child : Kabanata 191 - Kabanata 200

The grand ballroom of the Royal Crest Hotel gleamed like a palace that evening. Crystal chandeliers poured golden light over the tables, casting delicate sparkles across silverware and wine glasses. Waiters in crisp white uniforms moved gracefully around the hall, adjusting centerpieces, refilling drinks, and ensuring everything was perfect. The air buzzed with chatter and laughter as business partners, CEOs, and their elegant spouses filled the space. It was a night that promised glamour, alliances, and silent competition — the annual Business Elite Dinner, where every company was expected to shine. Nathaniel arrived first, stepping out of the sleek black limousine with Cassandra by his side and Vanessa right behind them. Cameras flashed the moment they stepped onto the red carpet entrance. Nathaniel offered his arm to Cassandra, and she smiled gracefully, aware that every pair of eyes was watching. Inside, the room was already brimming with the city’s most powerful men an

The dinner was getting lively. People were laughing, talking, and eating. Savannah sat quietly beside Adrian, smiling from time to time while helping Liam with his food. Adrian looked so proud of his wife and son. After some minutes, Savannah excused herself to get fresh air. She stood near the garden side of the hall, breathing softly, enjoying the quiet. Then she heard a familiar voice behind her. “Savannah… is that really you?” Savannah turned slowly, her heart skipped. It was Vanessa. For a moment, both women just looked at each other. Vanessa looked emotional, her eyes watery, her voice shaking. “I can’t believe it’s you, Savannah. I thought I lost you forever.” Savannah’s face was cold. She remembered everything—how Vanessa left her side when things got bad, how she never heard from her again. So she didn’t say a word. She turned her face away and kept quiet. Vanessa’s lips trembled. She took a step closer and said softly, “Savannah, please don’t ignore me. I

The hall was still full of smiles and soft music after Savannah’s touching speech. People were whispering about how beautiful her words were when suddenly a tiny voice broke through the crowd. “Mummy!” Everyone turned, and there was Liam, running toward the stage with his small shoes tapping fast on the shiny floor. His little suit looked too big for him, and he was holding his toy car tightly. Savannah gasped softly and bent down just as he reached her. Liam threw his small arms around her legs and hugged her tightly. Everyone in the hall laughed at the sight. Adrian stood up, smiling with pride. “That’s my boy,” he said proudly. The host laughed too. “Oh, we have another speaker tonight!” he said, handing the microphone to Liam playfully. But Liam held the mic with both hands and said, “Please give me the mic, I want to talk!” The whole hall burst into laughter. Some people even stood up to record him with their phones. Savannah knelt beside him, smiling softly. “Go

Cassandra stood there frozen, her glass of wine shaking in her hand as she watched Nathaniel and Savannah from a distance. Her heart pounded fast. Her eyes burned with anger and pain mixed together. She saw how Nathaniel looked at Savannah — the same man who had promised her love, now looking at another woman like she was his whole world.For a moment she felt empty. Her carefully made-up face did not show what she felt inside. She had smiled earlier, laughed with Vanessa, played the part. But watching Savannah cry, seeing Adrian hold her like he would protect her, cut deeper than she expected.People around her whispered. Vanessa leaned close, eyes wide. Cassandra kept her smile for the guests, for the cameras, but the smile felt false and cold.She remembered everything she had given up for that life — the late nights, the deals, the names she had traded in silence. She had believed loyalty and patience would make her safe. Now it felt like everything slipped through her fingers

The next morning, sunlight gently streamed through the curtains, painting the room with a soft glow. Savannah was still in bed, her face pale and her body weak. She had cried herself to sleep the night before, and now she felt sick and drained. Her head hurt, and her body felt heavy, but she didn’t want to get up.Adrian quietly opened the bedroom door with a tray in his hands. He had made her breakfast himself — warm tea, toast, and a little fruit. He placed the tray carefully on the bedside table and sat beside her, looking at her with concern written all over his face.“Good morning, my love,” he said softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. Savannah opened her eyes slowly and forced a small smile. “Morning,” she whispered weakly.“You’re burning up,” Adrian said, touching her forehead gently. “You’ve got a fever.” “I’m fine,” Savannah murmured, trying to sit up, but he quickly helped her. “No, you’re not fine. You didn’t eat dinner last night. You didn’t even talk