Lahat ng Kabanata ng Too Late , I am Carrying His Child : Kabanata 211 - Kabanata 220

Clara did not sleep that night. She sat alone in her living room, staring at the wall with a glass of wine in her hand. The lamp light was dim, and her face looked pale from the sleepless nights. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Adrian and Savannah laughing together. She saw Liam holding Adrian’s hand. She felt her heart burning with jealousy and hate. She stood up suddenly, slamming the glass on the table. “No more,” she whispered coldly. “She took everything that should have been mine. Now she will know how it feels to lose.” Clara was not the type to fight with shouting or madness. She was quiet, smart, and dangerous when angry. She didn’t want to kill Savannah — at least, that’s what she told herself. She just wanted to see her in pain, the same way she had been in pain watching Adrian love another woman. She picked up a notepad and began to write. Her handwriting looked rough and shaky: - Watch her movements - Find a way to get her alone - Don’t make noise

The next morning, the calmness in Adrian’s mansion was deceiving. Savannah was resting peacefully upstairs, unaware of the storm quietly brewing beyond their gates. Down at the city police headquarters, the officers were still working tirelessly on the case. Files were scattered across the long table, pictures pinned on the board, and names circled with red markers. Detective Harris rubbed his forehead, exhausted but determined. “We’re missing something,” he said, his voice deep and serious. “Savannah’s last accident wasn’t just a fall — it looked like someone set her up.” His assistant nodded. “Yes, sir. We checked the footage from the mansion again, but the angle near the stairs was strangely cut off that day.” “That means someone tampered with the camera,” Harris said, tapping the file in his hand. “Whoever did it knew exactly what they were doing.” The assistant sighed. “Do we have any suspects yet?” “Not enough proof,” Harris muttered. “But there’s a woman who keeps s

Cassandra sat at her vanity table. The city lights outside painted thin lines on her face. She felt restless all night. The image from the dinner kept coming back — Savannah smiling with Adrian, little Liam between them. It was a picture that would not leave her head.She picked up her phone and opened Instagram. Her thumb moved fast. She typed Adrian’s name. The app loaded. A face she knew well came up — Adrian, handsome and calm, sitting with Savannah and a small boy on his lap. The photo was perfect: warm light, happy smiles. Her stomach turned.She tapped the image and zoomed in. Liam’s little hand held a toy car. Savannah’s hair fell on her shoulder. Adrian’s eyes were soft as if the whole world was only them. Cassandra felt a cold fire in her chest.She scrolled the comments. People wrote sweet things: “Beautiful family,” “So happy for you,” “Blessings.” Her fingers tightened around the phone. She tried not to show it, but inside she burned. How can they be so free? she tho

The house was quiet that night. The only sound that could be heard was the soft tick of the wall clock and the gentle snore from Adrian’s side of the bed. Savannah was awake. She had been turning from side to side, unable to sleep. Her heart felt heavy for no reason, and her hands kept touching her stomach softly. After a while, she finally drifted into sleep. At first, she found herself standing in a beautiful garden filled with flowers. The air was warm, and she could hear Liam’s laughter from afar. “Mommy, come play with me!” he shouted, waving happily. Savannah smiled and started walking toward him. But as she got closer, the sky suddenly grew dark. The bright flowers began to die, and a cold wind brushed against her skin. She stopped walking. “Liam?” she called softly. The little boy stopped smiling. His face turned pale. “Mommy, someone is coming,” he whispered. Before Savannah could ask what he meant, a dark shadow appeared behind Liam. The shadow’s eyes glowe

The morning sun was bright in Cassandra’s city, but her mood was dark. She sat in her living room, still wearing her nightgown, scrolling through her phone. Every time she saw Adrian’s name or Savannah’s smile online, her anger grew. She slammed her phone on the table. “So this is how she lives now? Happy and glowing while I’m here burning inside?” she muttered to herself. She stood up and walked to the window, crossing her arms. Her thoughts were all over the place. The last time she saw Savannah, she had looked so beautiful, glowing beside Adrian. That image never left Cassandra’s mind. It made her heart twist in jealousy. “She took everything,” Cassandra said under her breath. “She took Nathaniel’s love, she took Adrian, she even took peace away from me. She must pay.” Just then, her phone buzzed. It was a message from a private investigator she had hired. **Investigator:** “Ma’am, I’ve been trying to trace the location, but it’s not easy. Adrian’s home address is pr