All Chapters of I Got Pregnant For The Wrong Twin: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

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Chapter One Hundred and Twenty One

AIDENThe lights were too bright.That was the first thing I always thought at these things. The stage lights, the camera lights, the way they set everything up so you couldn't see the audience, just a dark void with voices coming out of it. It made it easier to pretend you were just talking to yourself.Tonight was the last debate before the primary. The one that mattered. The one that could make or break everything I'd been working toward for the last eighteen months.I stood at my podium, hands resting lightly on the sides, and smiled at the moderator. Calm. Confident. Like I'd been doing this my whole life instead of just since my brother decided to implode and leave me to clean up the mess."Mr. Knight," the moderator said, "your opponent has raised questions about your past. Specifically about what some have called your 'playboy reputation' during your time in New York before entering politics."I kept the smile in place. Easy. Unbothered."I think it's fair to say that most of

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Two

AIDENThe plane touched down at Miami International at 9:47am.I hadn't slept or eaten. I hadn't done anything except stare out the window at the clouds and think about all the ways this could go wrong.Rafael was waiting at the gate. He looked like he hadn't slept either."Anything?" I asked.He fell into step beside me. "He's at the Fontainebleau. Got a suite yesterday afternoon. Checked in alone.""Have you talked to him?""I called six times, but he's not picking up."We walked through the terminal fast. People recognized me. I saw the looks, the whispers, the phones coming out. Didn't care. Let them take their pictures. Let them wonder what the hell a Senate candidate was doing in Miami the morning after a debate."You see the news?" Rafael asked as we hit the escalator."I've been on a plane.""It's bad. Wallace is running with the story. Got some woman on camera claiming she saw you and Adrian fighting. They're playing it on loop."I laughed. Actually laughed. It came out hollo

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Three

SERENAWhen I walked into the hotel room and saw Aiden standing there, my brain actually stopped working for a second.Like a computer freezing. Just white noise and nothing else.He looked terrible. Worse than Adrian, even. Dark circles, wrinkled shirt, hair that looked like he'd been running his hands through it for hours. But it was him. Aiden. Here. In Miami. In my hotel room.Standing next to his brother.Together.Both of them looking at me.I managed to say something. I don't even remember what. Something about how much he heard, probably stupid. Then Lily disappeared into the bedroom like the smart one she is, and I was alone with both of them.Twins.In the same room.For the first time since I left New York.I told Aiden about the diner and sent them both away. I needed them gone for a minute so I could breathe.The door clicked shut behind them and I leaned against it, eyes closed, heart pounding."Oh my God," I whispered.From the bedroom: "Are they gone?""Yeah."Lily cam

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Four

SERENAThe hospital room felt smaller with all of them in it.Arya was propped up in bed, looking better than she had an hour ago but still rough. Lily stood by the window, coffee in hand, watching the parking lot like she expected someone to jump out. And the twins (both of them) had somehow found chairs and pulled them up on either side of Arya's bed like they'd been assigned positions.It was surreal."We should talk about the key," Adrian said.Aiden nodded. "And the texts. And whoever's watching you."I pulled the key out of my pocket again. Set it on the little table next to Arya's bed. We all looked at it like it might suddenly speak."1107," Lily said. "Has to be a room number, right? Or a locker?""Or a floor and a room." Aiden leaned forward. "Eleventh floor, room seven. Could be anywhere. Hotel, office building, apartment complex.""In New York?" I asked."Maybe." Adrian picked up the key. Turned it over. "This is old. Really old. Look at the wear on the edges. This key has

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Five

SERENAThe hotel room felt smaller with all of us in it.Adrian was on his phone in the corner, voice low, talking to someone about tracing the letter, the box, the photograph. Aiden stood by the window, still looking out at the city like it might hold answers. Lily sat on the edge of the dusty bed, the letter in her hands, reading it for the fifth time.I couldn't stop looking at the photograph.Me. That night. So happy. So drunk. So completely unaware that someone was watching. That someone was documenting. That my entire future was about to be decided in a hotel room I couldn't even remember."The handwriting," Lily said. "Does it look familiar at all?"I shook my head. "No. I've never seen it before.""Think, Serena. Anyone from New York? Anyone who might have had a reason to follow you?""I don't know. I didn't know anyone in New York. That was the whole point. I moved there alone, knew no one, started fresh." I pressed my hand to my forehead. "The only people I knew were at Knig

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Six

AIDENThe argument started the way all our arguments start these days. Quiet. Controlled. Like two bombs trying to pretend we're not about to explode.We were in Adrian's hotel room. The box from Keller's sat on the table between us. Outside, Miami was doing its thing, too bright, too loud, too much. Inside, I couldn't breathe."You need to go back to New York." Adrian said it like it was simple. Like walking away from this was something I could just do."No.""Your campaign is falling apart. You said it yourself. Wallace is running with the story. The press is having a field day. And you're down here playing detective.""You think I don't know that?" I turned from the window. "You think I'm not aware that every hour I spend here is another hour they tear me apart?""Then go.""I can't."He stared at me. Same eyes. Same jaw. Same face I've seen in mirrors my whole life. But different. Always different."Why?" he asked. "Because of Serena?""Yes." I didn't hesitate. Couldn't. "Because

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Seven

SERENAThe day after the box felt like walking through fog.I couldn't stop thinking about the photograph. About me, drunk and laughing, completely unaware that someone was watching. That someone was documenting. That someone had been there all along, waiting for the right moment to step out of the shadows.Lily had gone down to get coffee twenty minutes ago. She should have been back by now. I tried not to let the worry creep in, but worry had made itself at home in my chest and wasn't planning to leave anytime soon.The key was still in my pocket. I kept touching it, running my fingers over the scratched numbers, the faded initials. J.S. Whoever you were, you had answers. And you were playing games with me instead of just giving them.My phone buzzed.Unknown: You're getting closer. Keep going.I stared at the message. Typed back fast.Me: Who are you? Why are you doing this?Three dots. Then nothing.Me: At least tell me what you want.Nothing.I wanted to throw the phone against t

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Eight

SERENAThe flight to New York was supposed to give me time to think. Instead it gave me time to spiral.Lily fell asleep somewhere over North Carolina, her head against the window, mouth slightly open. I envied her. Sleep hadn't visited me in days. Not real sleep, anyway. Just fragments. Moments of unconsciousness filled with dreams about keys and hotels and twins and babies.The envelope was in my bag under the seat in front of me. I'd taken the photographs out twice during the flight, looked at them, put them back. Each time I hoped they'd look different. Each time they looked exactly the same.Me. Living my life. Completely unaware.The worst one was from outside my apartment building in New York. I was laughing at something (probably something Lily had said) and my head was tilted back and my hand was on my stomach. The bump was visible. Small but visible. And someone had captured that moment. Someone had been standing across the street with a camera, watching me be happy, documen

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Nine

SERENAI don't know how long I sat in that room.Long enough for my legs to go numb. Long enough for the photograph to leave creases where I'd been gripping it too hard. Long enough for the truth to stop feeling like a shock and start feeling like something I'd always known, somewhere deep down.Aiden.The way he looked at me in that photograph, soft and tender like I was something precious, I'd seen that look before. In Miami. In the car that night when he'd almost said something and stopped himself. At the hospital, standing in the corner, watching me with those eyes that held too much.I'd just been too blind to see it.Or too scared.Lily knocked on the door. "Serena? You okay in there?"I stood up. My legs were unsteady. I shoved the photograph and the letter into my bag and opened the door.She took one look at my face. "You know.""Yeah.""Which one?"I didn't answer. I just walked past her, down the hall, through the bank, out into the cold New York air. She followed without a

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty

AIDENThe world had shifted on its axis and I was still trying to find my balance.After Serena left with Lily, after Adrian disappeared into his own room with a look I couldn't quite read, I ended up back in my suite staring at nothing. The photograph was still in my hand. I'd been holding it for hours, apparently, because my fingers had cramped around the edges and there were creases in the paper I didn't remember making.That was me. In the photograph. Looking at Serena like she was the most important thing I'd ever seen.I didn't remember that night. Not really. There were fragments, maybe, if I pushed hard enough. The feel of someone in my arms. The smell of her hair. A laugh that sounded like music. But nothing concrete. Nothing I could point to and say yes, that was real, that was us.And yet here was proof. Here was evidence that for one night, at least, she had been mine.The baby was mine.I was going to be a father.The thought kept circling back, no matter how many times I

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