All Chapters of Too Late , I am Carrying His Child : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The restaurant was busy that afternoon, people coming in and out, the sound of plates and voices filling the air. Cassandra sat at the corner table, wearing dark glasses and a short red dress. She kept checking her phone until Vanessa walked in. Vanessa smiled wide as if they were old friends meeting for fun. She hugged Cassandra, then sat down quickly. “You look good,” Cassandra said, lifting her glass of wine. “You too,” Vanessa replied, her eyes shining. “You are living the good life now. Mansion, money, Nathaniel by your side. Savannah must be crying in some corner if she is alive.” Cassandra laughed softly. “If she is alive. But I don’t care. Nathaniel doesn’t care either. To him, she is finished. That’s all that matters.” The waiter came, they ordered food, and when he left, Vanessa leaned close across the table. “I heard something in town,” Vanessa whispered. “Somebody was saying a young woman fainted on the road weeks ago. A man took her to the hospital. They

The night in Nathaniel’s mansion was quiet, the big house glowing under soft golden lights. The servants had gone to their quarters. The halls were empty. Only the sound of the wind pressing against the glass could be heard. Inside his bedroom, Nathaniel sat at the edge of his king-sized bed, his shirt halfway open. His mind was full, heavy with things he did not speak about. He poured himself a drink and took a slow sip, his eyes staring at nothing. The door creaked open. Cassandra walked in. She wore a silk robe, her hair flowing down, her lips painted deep red. She moved like she owned the place, her heels clicking softly on the marble floor. “You’re drinking again,” she said with a playful smile, walking closer. Nathaniel glanced at her and then looked back at his glass. “I drink because it clears my head. Or maybe it just keeps me from thinking too much.” Cassandra slipped out of her robe, revealing a short silk nightdress that clung to her curves. She stood in fr

The night was quiet, almost too quiet. The only sound was the soft ticking of the clock and the gentle hum of the ceiling fan. Savannah sat by the window, staring out into the darkness. The moon hung low, shining over the garden outside her new home. It was beautiful — peaceful, clean, and everything she could ever need. The cream-colored curtains fluttered softly with the night breeze, and the faint smell of roses filled the air. Every corner of the house carried warmth and calmness. It was the kind of place that made her feel safe. She gently rubbed her round belly and smiled weakly. Seven months. Her baby was growing fast. Sometimes she still couldn’t believe it — that there was a tiny life inside her, a heartbeat she was now living for. Adrian had done so much for her. He bought this place, decorated it beautifully, and made sure she lacked nothing. Every little thing — the cozy sofa, the soft rug, the kitchen filled with groceries — all reminded her of his kindness. He

The next morning came bright and peaceful. Savannah woke up early and got ready. She didn’t take much time. Just a few clothes, baby things, and her small bag. She looked around the apartment one last time and smiled. “This place gave us shelter,” she said softly, rubbing her belly. “But now we’re moving to a new home.” Not long after, she heard a car horn outside. Her heart jumped a little. She knew it was Adrian. She walked out slowly, holding her small bag. Adrian was standing by the car, dressed neatly as always. He smiled when he saw her. “Good morning, Savannah.” “Good morning,” she said shyly. He took the bag from her hand and placed it in the back seat. “You didn’t carry much,” he said. “I don’t have much,” she replied, smiling softly. He nodded, opened the door for her, and she entered the car. The drive was quiet but peaceful. The road was smooth, the wind soft against her face. She looked through the window and saw big houses passing by. Adrian notice

The afternoon sun was hot, shining straight into the big sitting room. Cassandra sat on the long white couch, her legs crossed, sipping juice slowly. She looked relaxed, her hair neatly packed, and her nails freshly done. Vanessa sat beside her, scrolling through her phone. Her face carried that usual pride, like the world belonged to her. They had been talking about random things — business, fashion, and of course, Nathaniel. Cassandra smiled faintly. “You know, sometimes I wonder what men really want. Nathaniel has everything, but he still works like his life depends on it.” Vanessa laughed lightly. “That’s how rich men are. They love power more than peace.” Cassandra nodded. “True. But as long as he gives me everything I ask for, I don’t care what he does at work.” They both laughed quietly, sipping their drinks. A few maids walked in, carrying trays of fruit and another glass of cold juice. The new maid, a young girl who just started working that week, walked nervously