Lahat ng Kabanata ng I Got Pregnant For The Wrong Twin: Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

SERENAThe days after the fight were strange. Not bad, exactly. Just strange. Like walking through a house where someone had moved all the furniture a few inches to the left. Everything looked the same, but nothing felt the same.We didn't talk about it again. Not directly. But something had shifted between us, something I didn't have words for yet. Aiden was more present, and so was I. He asked about the bakery, and I told him. I asked about his consulting work, and he told me. We talked about Hope, about the new neighbors, about the garden that needed weeding and the fence that needed painting. Normal things. Safe things.But underneath all of it, there was a current I couldn't quite name. A wariness. A carefulness. Like we were both walking on ground that might give way at any moment.Lily noticed, because Lily noticed everything."You're doing that thing again," she said one afternoon, finding me in the office at the new bakery, staring at a spreadsheet I'd been pretending to work

SERENAThe call came at 11:47 on a Tuesday night.I was already in bed, Aiden asleep beside me, Hope down the hall in her room, the house quiet in that particular way it got when the world had settled into darkness. The phone buzzed against the nightstand, once, twice, three times before I could reach it. I didn't recognize the number, but something about the area code made my stomach clench.New York."Hello?""Serena." The voice on the other end was thin, reedy, familiar in a way that made my blood run cold. "I hope I'm not calling too late."I sat up slowly, carefully, not wanting to wake Aiden. "Mrs. Knight.""Eleanor." A pause. "I think we've known each other long enough for first names, don't you?"We had not known each other long enough for first names. We had barely known each other at all. The last time we'd spoken, she'd been standing in my New York apartment, telling me in her polite, devastating way that I didn't belong in her world. That I would never belong. That the kin

SERENAEleanor stayed for three hours that first day.She sat on the floor with Hope longer than anyone's knees should reasonably endure, building block towers and knocking them down, making silly noises that seemed entirely out of character for a woman who had once made me feel like an insect under a magnifying glass. Aiden made coffee, and I sat in the armchair across from them, watching, waiting for the other shoe to drop.It didn't.She asked questions about the house, the neighborhood, the bakery. She asked about Lily and Arya, about Carmen, about the new neighbors with the twins. She asked about everything except the past, except New York, except the night she'd come to my apartment and told me I didn't belong.I answered her questions politely but briefly. I wasn't ready to give her more than that. I wasn't sure I ever would be.When she finally stood up to leave, her knees creaking, her face tired, she looked at Aiden with an expression I couldn't quite read."Thank you," she

SERENAThe text message sat on my phone like a threat I couldn't look away from.I read it again on the couch after Hope was asleep, after Aiden had made calls I couldn't hear, after the house had settled into its usual evening quiet. I saw you at the park. With the old woman. I know who she is. You should be careful. The words hadn't changed since the first time I'd read them, but they felt heavier now. More deliberate.Aiden came back from the kitchen with two glasses of wine, even though neither of us really wanted to drink. He set them on the coffee table and sat beside me, close enough that our shoulders touched."The number is a burner," he said. "Untraceable. Probably bought with cash somewhere, used once, already disconnected.""So whoever sent this planned ahead. They didn't want to be found.""Or they're careful. Either way, it's not good."I turned the phone over in my hands. "What do they want? If they wanted to hurt us, they wouldn't have sent a warning. They would have j

SERENAThree days passed with nothing.No notes, no texts, no shadows at the edge of the property. The house settled back into its familiar rhythm, but the quiet felt different now. It wasn't peace. It was waiting. The kind of waiting that happened before a storm, when the air got heavy and the sky turned green and every animal on the street went silent.Marcus called every evening with updates that weren't updates. Charles Whitmore's last known address was a condo in Manhattan that had been sold six months ago. His phone was disconnected. His email bounced back. He had withdrawn a significant amount of cash from his accounts before disappearing, enough to live on for months without leaving a trail."He's gone underground," Marcus said. "Which means he's planning something. Someone who just wanted to scare you wouldn't go to this much trouble."Aiden paced the living room while Marcus talked, his phone pressed to his ear, his face tight. I sat on the couch with Hope in my lap, a book