All Chapters of I Got Pregnant For The Wrong Twin: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

ADRIANThe examination room was too bright.Maria sat on the edge of the hospital bed with one hand resting protectively over her stomach while the doctor adjusted the ultrasound machine beside her. There was a faint humming sound coming from somewhere near the wall, probably the ventilation system, and the air smelled faintly of antiseptic and something overly floral that almost made the place feel less clinical.“Okay,” the doctor said, tilting the screen slightly toward us. “Let’s take a look.”Maria reached for my hand without looking at me, and I let her take it.The gel looked cold when it hit her skin. She flinched a little, then relaxed as the doctor moved the wand slowly across her stomach, her eyes fixed on the monitor. I watched the screen, not because I understood what I was seeing, but because Maria was watching it like it held something sacred.There was a shape. A flicker. Movement.“Strong heartbeat,” the doctor said after a moment, her voice lifting in quiet approval.

UNKNOWN POVI’d been sitting in the car long enough for the windshield to fog slightly around the edges. I was wearing a thick coat, and rubbing my hands together to keep my fingers from freezing off. I’d it wasn’t for her, there was no way in hell I would be caught dead here. Miami nights didn’t cool the way they should. The air stayed thick and heavy, like the city refused to exhale. I kept the engine off and the windows cracked just enough to avoid drawing attention, though no one on this street was paying attention to anything except their own lives.Her building was older than I expected. Beige paint. Narrow balconies. One security light flickering near the entrance like it hadn’t been replaced in years. For someone who had once lived in glass towers and polished marble lobbies, this was a downgrade.And yet the light coming from her window looked… warm.I leaned forward slightly with my elbows on the steering wheel, and watched her silhouette move across the living room. The bl

ADRIAN“It’s just for tonight,” Maria said, staring at me through the mirror while she fixed her hair. “Please, just come downstairs and mingle a little bit. Everyone wants to see you.”I was standing by the doorway, fighting back a migraine that was slowly creeping up in my head. Ever since she told me that some of her friends were coming over for dinner, I started getting this sharp pain in my head, knowing that this was going to be an uncomfortable night. “Fine,” I said, because what else could I say. The doorbell rang just then, and Maria’s friends arrived with loud laughter and too much perfume, carrying gift bags like we were already hosting a baby shower instead of a casual dinner.The house looked staged. Maria had insisted on rearranging the flowers twice before they arrived. She’d changed her dress three times. The final choice was soft blue, fitted but not tight, the fabric resting over her stomach in a way that made the pregnancy visible without making it the center of at

SERENAThe fluorescent lights in the precinct made everything look worse than it probably was. The walls were beige in that way that's supposed to be neutral but just feels sad. The chairs were those molded plastic ones that look like they should be comfortable but aren't even close. Behind the desk, a printer kept making this grinding noise every few minutes, like it was dying.It felt like the kind of place where bad things happen. Where people come to hear news they don't want to hear.Lily sat next to me, not saying anything. That was weird because Lily always talks. She fills silence without even thinking about it. But now her hands were just sitting in her lap, clenched together so tight her knuckles were white. She stared at the floor like there was something important written on it.She hadn't said much since the cops showed up at our door. Since they told us Arya had been found unconscious behind the building. They took her to the hospital. She was alive. That's what they kep

SERENAThe key sat on the table between us like a live wire.I couldn't stop looking at it. Small, old, tarnished. The number 1107 scratched into the back so faintly you almost couldn't see it. Someone had done that on purpose. Someone had wanted it to be found but not too easily.Adrian had been quiet since I showed it to him. He sat in the armchair across from me, elbows on his knees, staring at the key like it might suddenly explain itself."We need to talk," I said finally.He looked up. "We do.""Not about the key. About us."Something shifted in his face. Like he'd been waiting for this and dreading it at the same time."I know why you came back," I continued. "Last night you said you made mistakes. That you thought you were protecting me. But that's not why I left New York, Adrian."He waited."I left because I couldn't breathe."The words hung in the air between us. I watched them land, watched him process them."You and Aiden," I said. "You were everywhere. Not in a bad way.