Semua Bab I Got Pregnant For The Wrong Twin: Bab 61 - Bab 70

SERENAWalking into the theatre felt unreal for a moment, and it made my chest tighten as soon as we passed through the doors, because everything inside looked expensive and deliberate, like everyone there already knew where they belonged except me. The ceilings were high and painted in dark colors, the lights were low and warm, and people were dressed in tailored suits and elegant dresses that whispered money without anyone having to say it out loud.“This is your first play?” Gary asked kindly as we handed our tickets to the usher, his voice calm and friendly like he wasn’t bringing someone into a completely foreign world.“Yeah,” I admitted, feeling slightly embarrassed even as I smiled politely. “I’ve never been to one before.”“Well,” he said with an approving nod, “then we’re doing it properly.”The usher led us through a narrow corridor and up a short flight of stairs, and when the door to the private box opened, I actually stopped walking for a second without meaning to. The s

ADRIANI was sitting at the bar with a half empty glass in front of me, staring into it like it was supposed to give me answers if I looked long enough, and the bass from the speakers thudded heavily through my chest in a way that made my head ache instead of excite me. The club was loud and crowded and expensive, the kind of place people came to feel important, and I did not feel important at all.I felt empty and irritated and restless, and I kept replaying the last few days in my head even though I knew it was useless to do that. The boardroom, my mother's cold voice, Aiden's face when he told me this was only the beginning, and Serena's eyes when she told me she didn't feel safe around me, all of it sat heavily in my chest no matter how much I drank.I lifted the glass again and took another long swallow, grimacing as it burned its way down, and I barely noticed the two women sliding onto the stools beside me until one of them laughed softly and leaned in too close."You look lone

SERENAThe next morning at work felt heavier than it should have, and I could not tell if it was because I barely slept at Lola's place or because my mind refused to let go of the image of my apartment the night before, but either way I walked into Ms. Stanton's office already braced for a conversation I knew she had been waiting for.She barely looked up from her tablet when she gestured for me to sit down, and the moment I did, she leaned back slightly and folded her arms in a way that told me exactly where this was going."So," she said calmly, watching my face closely, "how did dinner and the play go with Gary Winchester.""It went well," I replied professionally, keeping my tone level and controlled. "He was polite and respectful, and very focused on discussing his app and the potential collaboration with Knight Enterprises."She raised an eyebrow and said, "And?""And he's clearly passionate about what he's building," I continued, choosing my words carefully. "He wants a strong

SERENAGoing back to my apartment felt wrong in a way I could not explain, like my body remembered something my mind was trying very hard to downplay, and I stayed close to Lola as we stepped inside, both of us quiet and alert as if the walls themselves were listening."Okay," Lola said softly, closing the door behind us and locking it immediately. "Let's do this properly."I nodded, even though my chest felt tight, and we started moving slowly from room to room, checking corners, windows, closets, and anything that looked even slightly out of place. The couch was still shifted at an odd angle, one of the drawers in my console table was halfway open, and a lamp had been knocked onto its side like someone had brushed past it carelessly."There's no broken lock," Lola muttered, crouching by the door. "And I can’t see any sign of forced entry.""I know," I said quietly. "That's what scares me."We checked the windows next, and found every latch intact, every pane unbroken, and when we re

RAFAELLunch was my idea, and I told myself it was because Serena looked tired the last time I saw her, because she had been through too much lately, because anyone would want to check on a friend after break-ins and fear and too many men trying to control her life.All of that was true.Still, I noticed the way she hesitated before sitting down across from me, the way her hand rested on her belly like it belonged there now, like it was instinctive, and the way her eyes kept moving around the restaurant even after we had ordered. She smiled when she saw me watching her do it, like she was embarrassed to be caught being careful.“I’m sorry,” she said quietly. “I don’t think I’m very good company right now.”“You don’t have to perform,” I told her calmly. “You can be yourself. I’ll handle the rest.”That made her laugh softly, and some of the tension left her shoulders, which felt like a small victory even though I told myself not to think of it like that.She stirred her drink slowly a