บททั้งหมดของ MY EX IS PREGNANT FOR ME : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

I used to think silence meant peace.Now, silence is the sound of fear breathing.Adrian walks ahead of me, his coat drawn tight against the metallic rain. The street beneath our boots ripples with reflections — blue, silver, broken pieces of the city’s false dawn. The Echo drones sweep the horizon like patient predators, their red eyes blinking in rhythm with my heartbeat.Every few steps, he glances back to make sure I’m still there. I always am. But each glance feels like a question he’s too afraid to ask: Are you still mine?The west bridge rises ahead, skeletal and half-collapsed, an old arterial line of the city that used to pulse with traffic and light. Now it’s just a shadow in the mist — the kind of place the system pretends doesn’t exist anymore.“Keep close,” he murmurs.I want to tell him I’m not fragile. I want to tell him that I’ve survived worse than rain and drones and ghosts. But then his hand finds mine, and all my defiance softens into warmth.We reach the edge of t

The hum of the servers felt louder than my heartbeat.Maybe because both were syncing again.The lights flickered, the air sharp with static. I could taste metal on my tongue as the system’s pulse rippled through the floor, a rhythm that felt disturbingly familiar. Like something living beneath the wires. Like something that knew me.> “Adrian,” Lena’s voice broke through the tension. “It’s happening again.”Her hands trembled where they rested on the console, her breath shallow but steady. The faint glow from the holographic interface danced across her skin, painting her face in soft, electric blues. Her belly rose slightly beneath the oversized jacket, barely showing—but I could feel it. The pulse. The strange resonance between her and the machine I built.“I know,” I said, forcing calm into my voice. “Stay still.”The data stream spiraled faster, lines of encrypted code cascading across the glass like a waterfall. The system was reacting—to her, to us. The same impossible bond that

I didn’t sleep that night.Lena was in the guest room, the door closed, her shadow flickering under the light that bled from the crack near the floor. Every few minutes, I found myself standing in the hallway, staring at that door like a man waiting for a verdict.It wasn’t fear keeping me awake. It was what I didn’t know.She was pregnant. With my child.And she’d been hiding it for months.But that wasn’t what scared me the most. It was the way she looked at me earlier — like she wanted to trust me, but something bigger than us both was forcing her to stay silent.I ran a hand through my hair and sat on the couch, the city lights painting silver lines across the floor. Somewhere in the distance, thunder rolled — soft but threatening, like a warning I couldn’t quite understand.When my phone buzzed, I didn’t look at the caller ID. “Yeah?”A familiar voice answered, cold and low. “You need to watch her.”I froze. “Who is this?”“You know who I am.”And I did. Elias Trent — Lena’s ex-b

When I woke, the first thing I felt was the cold.Adrian wasn’t beside me. The blanket still carried his warmth, but the air around me was sharp, like the breath of the woods outside had seeped through the walls. I sat up, my heartbeat uneven, a dull ache curling in my stomach—not pain, but the kind of tightness that came from instinct.Something wasn’t right.I pulled the sweater tighter around me and glanced toward the door. It was closed, but faint traces of wet footprints stained the wooden floorboards. Adrian had been outside.Again.“Adrian?” I called softly.No answer.I pushed myself up, steadying my breath. Every sound—the groan of the cabin, the whistle of wind through the pine—felt louder than it should. When I reached the window, I froze.The mist outside was thick, moving like a living thing. I could barely make out the outline of trees, but I knew he was out there. Somewhere in the gray.For a moment, I thought about calling his name again—but something stopped me. The f

Adrian’s POVThe storm didn’t stop that night. It thrashed against the cabin walls, echoing the chaos inside my head. Every flash of lightning lit up Evan’s folder on the table — the one I still hadn’t touched since he left. Lena hadn’t slept. She sat by the fire, knees pulled close, staring at the same page over and over. I knew what she was thinking because I was thinking it too — if any of it was real. The photos. The coded letters. The official-looking seal that had been burned away at the corner. Evan Cross had always been a master manipulator. But he never lied without a reason.“Adrian,” Lena said softly, breaking the silence. “What if he’s right?”I met her eyes. They were rimmed with red, exhaustion sinking deep into them. “I don’t know,” I admitted. “But it doesn’t matter. You’re here now. That’s what’s real.”She looked down, her fingers tracing the edge of the photo. “You don’t understand. If what he said is true — if I was someone else — then that means everything I’ve bu