All Chapters of MY EX IS PREGNANT FOR ME : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The city had never looked so strange in the light. Dawn stretched across Haven like a tired sigh, smearing pale gold over broken glass and empty streets. Smoke drifted from the skyline where the safehouse once stood, and sirens echoed faintly through the morning mist.Adrian and Lena moved quietly, their footsteps quick but careful. Every alley felt like a mouth waiting to swallow them, every reflection in a window another pair of watching eyes.They didn’t speak at first. The weight of Mira’s words hung between them — the truth too sharp, too close.Finally, Lena broke the silence. “You knew her.”Adrian kept his eyes ahead. “I might have. Before everything.”“Before they wiped you,” she murmured. “Before us.”He stopped walking, turning toward her. His face was unreadable, torn between disbelief and anger. “You think I was part of it? That I helped them do this to you?”“I don’t know what to think anymore.” Her voice cracked. “All I know is, every time I try to remember how we start

The tremor rippled through the ground like a heartbeat, steady at first, then violent. Dust rained from the ceiling as the lab shuddered around them. The glow crawling along the walls flared to life again, painting everything in a sickly electric blue.Lena’s voice was barely audible over the noise. “Adrian… it’s coming back online!”Adrian pulled her close, shielding her from falling debris. “We have to move!”They sprinted toward the corridor, their footsteps echoing through the hollow chamber. Alarms shrieked overhead, and red emergency lights pulsed like a racing pulse. Steam hissed from broken vents, filling the air with heat and metallic tang.As they reached the stairwell, a door ahead burst open — three armored operatives stormed through, visors glowing.Adrian raised his weapon, firing before the first one could react. The shot cracked through the air, striking center mass. The second soldier ducked behind a pillar, returning fire. Bullets ricocheted off concrete as Lena grab

The storm had finally quieted. The rain no longer came in violent sheets, but in soft, tired drops that whispered across the broken city. Lightning still rolled through the distance, but its roar felt far away — like the echo of something dying.Adrian and Lena moved carefully through the skeletal remains of the west district. Every building was half-collapsed, glass and steel bending under the weight of time. Above them, power lines swung loosely in the wind, sparking faint blue arcs that danced like fireflies.The pulse on Adrian’s wrist kept flickering, pulling them forward. The Core Nexus was close — somewhere beneath the shattered ground ahead. But for the first time in a long time, neither of them spoke about the mission. Their silence wasn’t tactical anymore. It was emotional.Lena’s hand brushed his as they walked. He could feel the tremor in her fingers. She wasn’t scared — not exactly — but she was feeling everything at once. The fear, the exhaustion, the longing, the unspok

The air smelled different. Not of ozone or smoke or circuitry — but of earth after rain. Adrian drew a deep breath and felt it for the first time in his life. Not filtered air, not digitized simulation. Real oxygen, cool and raw in his lungs.Beside him, Lena stirred. The light of early morning slid across her face, gilding her lashes in gold. She blinked slowly, her gaze wandering to the sky that stretched unbroken above them — soft clouds painted in the pale hues of dawn.“I forgot it could look like this,” she murmured.Adrian smiled faintly, his voice low. “You’ve seen it before?”She shook her head. “No. But I think my mother used to describe it to me. Said the world had colors the machines couldn’t mimic.”They sat in silence for a moment, the ruins of the Nexus Tower behind them like the skeleton of a god that had finally died. Sparks still flitted among the broken girders, fading one by one.Lena leaned against his shoulder. “Is it really gone? The network?”Adrian looked at t

I didn’t sleep that night. The blue spark over the ruins kept replaying behind my eyelids, a heartbeat I couldn’t silence. Every time the wind shifted, I swore I could feel electricity moving through the air like a memory that refused to fade.Lena lay beside me on the floor of the old library we’d claimed as shelter, her breathing soft and even. She always seemed to find calm in the chaos, as if she could will the world still just by existing in it. I wished I could borrow that strength.At dawn, the city woke with us. The survivors were already stirring, voices low, firelight flickering against the broken columns. I stepped outside into the gray morning, the receiver heavy on my belt. Nothing. No sound. No pulse.Maybe it had been my imagination.Then the ground trembled.It was subtle—more vibration than quake—but enough to make dust fall from the archway above. The receiver lit up in a short, blue flash, then dimmed. I stared at it, feeling my chest tighten.Lena appeared at the d