Pregnant And Abandoned, I Returned As A Hidden Heiress のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

MELISSA'S POV My fingers moved slowly as I scrolled through my blocked contacts, the names passing by one after the other until I finally stopped when I saw his. Eric Kings. I stared at it for a brief moment, my thumb hovering over the screen as if it suddenly weighed a ton. I didn’t give myself too much time to think about it. Thinking too much would only make me chicken out. With a single tap, I unblocked his number. The moment I did, my heart didn’t race or skip like some guilty wife caught doing something wrong. Instead, I felt calm. Almost cold. I leaned back in my chair at the dining table, my phone resting loosely in my hand, and asked myself a very simple question. What exactly do you say to a perverted freak who only wants to sleep with you? More importantly, would he even reply now? Things had changed. He was no longer an investor at Greenleaf Med. I sighed softly, my eyes dropping to the screen again. I typed quickly, not giving myself room to hesitate again. ‘Hey

ISABEL'S POV After I got kicked out of the house, I finally had time to slow down and think. Not the kind of thinking I used to do back then, the reckless kind fueled by anger and bitterness, but real thinking. The kind where you sit with yourself long enough to see your own mistakes staring back at you. When I first came up with my plan, I didn’t think it through at all. I was blinded by rage, by jealousy, by the burning need to get what I wanted no matter the cost. All I cared about was making Anna feel the same pain she made me feel. I didn’t care if everything collapsed later. I didn’t care if the plan blew up in my face. As long as she suffered, it was enough for me. But now, things are different. Being pushed out of that house forced me to face reality. Forced me to sit alone with my thoughts, replaying everything from the beginning until now. And in doing that, I saw clearly where I messed up the most. I rushed. I trusted emotions instead of logic. I tried to do everything o

ISABEL'S POV “Isabel…” My name barely escaped my mom’s mouth, coming out as nothing more than a fragile whisper. She stood a few steps away from me, frozen, staring like she was looking at a stranger she couldn’t recognize anymore. Her eyes moved slowly, carefully, from my face down to my clothes and back again, as if she was trying to confirm that I was real. She had never seen me like this before because my family always ensure that we all got all we wanted, never lacking in any aspect. She took a step closer, then another, her movements cautious, almost hesitant. The shock on her face was obvious, and for a moment, she stood there without saying anything, just staring. I could tell she was trying to process everything at once — my appearance, the state I was in, the fact that I was standing in front of her again after everything that had happened. “It’s good to see you, Mom,” I said gently, lifting my lips into a calm, bright smile. I made sure my voice was steady and soft, no

MELISSA'S POV Beep. My phone vibrated just as I finished clipping on my earrings. I paused mid-movement, my fingers hovering near my ear, then slowly reached for the phone resting on the dresser. One glance at the screen and I saw the name that had become very familiar over the past few months. Isabel. ‘I just finished speaking with my mother, I am on my way to your place right now,’ her text read. My brows knitted together in confusion. Speaking with her mother? That caught me off guard. From everything Isabel had told me, her family had practically erased her existence. She hadn’t spoken to any of them in weeks, especially not her mother. So what changed so suddenly? I typed back quickly. ‘Sure. I’m not home right now, but my husband is. It wouldn’t be long before I get back though. Just tell him you’re here to see me and you’ll wait till I get back.’ Her reply came almost instantly. ‘You went shopping for groceries or clothes?’ I smirked slightly as I typed my response.

ISABEL'S POV “No, don’t tell me that,” I said, shaking my head slightly as I looked at Melissa. “I of all people know that life hasn’t been kind to you since Anna got back at you and James and everything went downhill. So don’t sit there and pretend everything is fine. Besides, you said you were going to give me the gist when you came back, and I have a feeling that gist has something to do with your new glow.” I picked up a piece of bread, tearing it apart before dipping it into the eggs on my plate. I chewed slowly, watching her closely. Melissa had always been good at dodging questions, but today she looked different — lighter, brighter, like someone who had finally found something she didn’t know she was missing. She opened her mouth to respond, but before she could say anything, James’ voice cut through the room. “You’re finally back,” he said from behind us. “Why did your mom want to see you so early in the morning?” He walked into the living room with stiff steps, his pres