All Chapters of MY EX IS PREGNANT FOR ME : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The hum of the city never really fades. Even after everything that’s happened — the explosions, the betrayals, the secrets I wish I could forget — the world insists on moving forward. But tonight, it feels like it’s holding its breath right along with me.Lena sits beside me in the passenger seat, her fingers tapping a nervous rhythm on her thigh. The faint glow from the dashboard softens the sharpness in her face. She’s tired, but she’s trying to hide it. We’ve both been running on fumes, chasing ghosts and answers that refuse to stay still.“You’re too quiet,” she says finally.I glance at her. “Thinking.”“That’s what scares me,” she murmurs, half a smile breaking through the tension.The road stretches ahead, empty except for the occasional flash of headlights. Somewhere beyond the hills, the new signal pulses — the same frequency that first drew us together and now threatens to tear us apart. I can feel it thrumming beneath my skin, like it knows my name.“We’ll find it,” she say

My mind stops. For a heartbeat, the whole tunnel feels weightless, like the air itself has forgotten how to breathe.He’s standing there in the flickering light, water dripping from the ceiling behind him, the same lopsided stance, the same quiet arrogance that used to drive me crazy. My brother. Alive.“Elias,” I whisper.The name tastes like rust and disbelief.Lena moves a half-step forward, her voice cautious. “Adrian… I thought you said—”“I did,” I answer. “He’s dead. He was supposed to be.”Elias lowers the hood. The years haven’t been kind. A streak of silver runs through his hair, a scar cuts across his eyebrow, but the eyes—the same blue-gray as mine—burn with a fever I almost recognize. “You buried me in data, brother,” he says softly. “Not deep enough.”The sound of his voice drags old ghosts out of hiding: the lab fire, the betrayal, the day I signed the report that erased him from every database on earth. I thought that was mercy. I was wrong.Lena looks between us. “Y

The train tracks out of the city looked like silver veins cutting through the bones of a wounded land. Smoke still clung to the horizon where the Core had burned, but farther ahead the sky lightened—blue leaking through gray. We boarded without speaking, slipping into an empty compartment near the back. The doors hissed shut, and with a shudder the world began to move again.Lena sat opposite me, her hands folded over the worn leather strap of her bag. The faint tremor in her fingers told me she was trying to look calmer than she felt. She caught me watching and offered a small, crooked smile. “You keep staring like that and I’ll start charging for tickets.”“Wouldn’t be the first time you overcharged me,” I said.Her smile widened, and for a moment we were just two people teasing each other on a train instead of fugitives carrying the last key to something the world wasn’t ready to remember. But then the rhythm of the rails brought me back to what we were really doing—chasing ghosts

The rain was steady by the time we reached the old district. Valencia’s skyline glimmered through the downpour, lights bleeding across wet glass and asphalt. The streets were alive again—faint laughter from balconies, the smell of roasted chestnuts, the slow rhythm of a city that had survived too much and learned to keep its secrets.I parked the car beneath an awning, killed the engine, and let the silence settle. My pulse was still riding the edge of the chase, but Lena’s calm presence next to me steadied the chaos in my chest. She sat quietly, fingers tracing small patterns on the fogged window.“She’ll be here?” she asked softly.“She always was,” I said.Mira hadn’t changed her hideout in years—not since the fallout. She lived in the upper floor of a forgotten archive, the kind of place that looked too boring to matter. But Mira had always loved irony: hiding world-shaking truths behind old records no one read anymore.We left the car and stepped into the rain. The city’s pulse f

The road twisted like a serpent through the mountains, each curve pulling us farther from safety and deeper into the unknown. The convoy’s lights behind us had vanished, but the weight of pursuit lingered, thick in the air.Lena sat beside me, her hair tangled from the wind, her eyes locked on the horizon. Mira worked silently in the back seat, her laptop balanced on her knees, tracing the last traces of Elias’s encryption through an unstable signal.We’d escaped the observatory, but not the consequences. Draven now knew we were alive—and worse, that we carried the Heart of the Signal.“Adrian,” Mira said quietly, “the next coordinates Elias left… they point to Lisbon. But not the city itself. The coast. There’s an old communications array buried beneath the cliffs.”“Draven’s base?” I asked.She shook her head. “No. Elias’s contingency. Something he hid from both of us.”Lena turned toward me, voice low. “Then that’s where we go.”We drove through dawn. The sky bled from violet to go