All Chapters of I Got Pregnant For The Wrong Twin: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

(The following chapter contains some sensitive scenes, so please be warned)SERENAI woke up slowly with an unbearable dryness in my throat, and my neck throbbing from the wrong angle on the couch. I felt like my mind was lagging behind my senses, and I was confused about why I was still dressed, why the lights were off, and why there was a warm solid weight pressed against me that was not a blanket.Slowly, everything came back in fragments, and I remembered what happened with Adrian in the boardroom, the drinking, and him falling asleep with his head on my chest like that was the most natural place in the world for him to be.I blinked into the dim room where the only light came from the city outside slipping in through the half open blinds, and his breathing was deep and steady against me, his arm still wrapped around my waist in the same careless way it had been when we drifted off. I shifted slightly to ease the ache in my back, moving carefully so I would not wake him, and that

ADRIANI arrived at the Knight estate with my jaw clenched so tightly that my teeth ached, the gates opening automatically as my car rolled up the long driveway that I had driven down a thousand times before but that felt foreign today in a way I couldn't explain. I parked near the back lawn because I already knew where she would be, and sure enough my mother was out there in crisp white pants and a fitted polo, lining up a golf shot like the world had not just collapsed on itself overnight.She didn't even look at me when I stepped onto the grass, and the sound of the club striking the ball cleanly echoed across the yard as she followed through smoothly, watching it land with obvious satisfaction before she finally turned her head slightly in my direction.“Adrian,” she said in a muted tone. “I’m surprised to see you here.”“Hello mother,” I replied. “I half expected you to be out.”“Oh, I have a meeting to attend in a few hours,” she said. “I’m meeting with Senator Barnes to discuss

SERENAThe nursing home smelled like disinfectant and overcooked vegetables, and every time I walked through those doors it hit me all over again how much I hated that this was where my mother lived now. Lola walked beside me quietly, carrying a small paper bag with fruit and biscuits we had picked up on the way, and she squeezed my hand once as we signed in at the front desk.“I hate this place,” she whispered as we walked in. “I just get the creeps whenever we’re here.”“I was thinking the exact same thing,” I said. “It’s nice, but it feels like a prison.”“Do you ever think about the fact that we’re going to eventually end up here one day?” she asked.“I hope we’re in the same home,” I chuckled. “We can play bingo together and crochet on the porch at sunset.”She pretended to tear up as she touched my shoulder dramatically, and I rolled my eyes at her as we walked away from the front desk and headed for the common room. "Hey, are you good?" Lola asked softly as we walked into the

AIDENI was halfway through a revised slide deck when my assistant knocked lightly and stepped into my office without waiting for permission, which already told me this was not a minor interruption. I did not look up right away, because I wanted him to feel the weight of the moment and understand that my time was valuable, even though I already knew who was standing behind him."Congressman John Walters is here to see you," he said carefully. "He says he received an email from you earlier today.""Send him in," I replied calmly, closing the presentation with a click and leaning back in my chair as my assistant stepped aside.John Walters walked in slowly with his eyes narrowed, and his expression was politely guarded in a way that politicians were used to. He was taller than I expected, and much older than me. He was well dressed in a conservative navy suit, and his eyes moved around my office briefly before settling on me with quiet assessment."Aiden Knight," he said, extending his

SERENADinner with Gary Winchester was quieter than I expected, not in an awkward way but in a careful one, like he was deliberately giving me space to breathe instead of trying to impress me, and that alone already made him different from most men I'd dealt with lately.He’d suggested we have dinner first, before going to the play. I was honestly not too enthusiastic about the play, but I was happy to oblige if it would make him happy. And that was my primary focus. We were seated in a small private corner of the restaurant, somewhere tasteful and discreet, and he waited until our food arrived before he finally leaned back slightly and said, "I appreciate you agreeing to meet me like this, Serena, especially on such short notice.""That's okay," I replied politely as I adjusted my napkin on my lap, my voice calm even though my thoughts were still buzzing from the day. "Ms. Stanton mentioned you wanted to discuss your app in more detail.""Yes," he said with a nod, folding his hands