Semua Bab Too Late , I am Carrying His Child : Bab 201 - Bab 210

The next few days after the dinner party were not easy for Savannah. She barely smiled, barely talked, and most times, she just sat on the couch, lost in her thoughts. Adrian noticed it all. He noticed how quiet she had become. She used to laugh a lot, play with Liam, and talk endlessly about small things that made her happy. But now, her eyes were heavy and sad. Every time he tried to talk to her, she would say, “I’m fine,” but her voice told another story. One morning, Adrian walked into the living room and saw her sitting by the big window, staring outside. She didn’t even notice him come in. The sunlight fell gently on her face, but there was no brightness in her eyes. He walked closer and sat beside her. “You’ve been quiet all morning,” he said softly. She forced a weak smile. “Just thinking,” she replied, still looking out the window. “About Nathaniel?” he asked carefully. She turned her head slowly and sighed. “I don’t know, Adrian. It’s not him… it’s everythi

The next morning came with the soft sound of birds singing outside the window. Sunlight slipped gently through the white curtains, landing across Savannah’s peaceful face. She had barely slept all night. Every time she closed her eyes, she thought about the baby growing inside her. She still couldn’t believe it. After all the heartbreak, tears, and pain — here she was again, blessed with another chance at joy. She placed her hand on her stomach and smiled softly. “Good morning, little one,” she whispered. Suddenly, she heard the door creak open. Adrian walked in quietly, holding a tray filled with food — scrambled eggs, toast, fresh orange juice, and a small vase with a single red rose. He smiled when he saw her awake. “Good morning, my queen.” Savannah blinked in surprise and tried to sit up. “Adrian, what’s all this?” “Breakfast in bed for my beautiful wife and our little miracle,” he said proudly, placing the tray on her lap. She covered her face, shyly laughing. “You

Mr. Roland walked home that night with his heart beating fast. The road was quiet, and only the streetlights followed him as he moved slowly, lost in his thoughts. He kept hearing Clara’s voice in his head — cold and heartless. “I want Savannah out of his life. For good.” He sighed heavily and stopped walking for a moment. He looked up at the dark sky and whispered, “God, why me? Why won’t this woman leave me alone?” When he finally got home, his little house was dark except for the small light in the sitting room. His wife, Grace, was sitting on the couch wrapped in a blanket. She had been sick for weeks. The moment she saw him, she frowned. “Roland, where are you coming from this late?” He took off his jacket slowly, trying to avoid her eyes. “I went to see someone.” “Who?” she asked quickly. “Don’t tell me it’s that woman again.” Roland sat down quietly and rubbed his head. “Grace, please, don’t start tonight. You’re not feeling well.” But Grace wouldn’t stop. “An

Roland walked home slow. The sun had set and the street lights came on one by one. He felt tired, but his heart felt lighter. He had done the hardest thing. He had told Adrian the truth. He had tried to stop the evil.He did not notice the small black car behind him. He did not see the man step out and follow at a distance. He hummed a small song and held his bag close. Grace waited at home. He wanted to get back to her and rest.At the corner, the car slowed and two men got out. They moved calm. They watched Roland. One of them checked his phone, showing a quick thumbs-up to the other. They did not speak loud. They kept to the shadows.Roland turned down a narrow lane he always used. It was quieter there. He walked faster, thinking of Grace and their little house. He thought of how hard life had been. He thought of how he would tell the truth and be free.The men moved faster too. They closed in. Roland felt a small cold in his gut but did not stop. He wished he had not told Adr

Days passed, but the pain in everyone’s heart didn’t fade. The police were still on the case, moving quietly but steadily. Roland’s death had shocked the small town, and the police were determined to find who was behind it. Detective Miles sat in his office, staring at the board full of pictures and notes. “We’ve checked the nearby CCTV cameras, but nothing clear yet,” he said to his partner. “It’s like whoever did this planned it well.” His partner nodded. “And the wife keeps saying her husband was connected to a woman named Clara.” “Yes,” Miles said, leaning back in his chair. “We’ve heard that name more than three times now, but we don’t have any solid proof against her. No fingerprints, no witnesses, nothing.” He sighed and rubbed his forehead. “This woman must be smart. Every lead keeps dying halfway.” Meanwhile, at Adrian’s mansion, Savannah sat on the balcony, watching the sky. Her thoughts were heavy. She couldn’t stop thinking about Grace and the way she cried.