I Got Pregnant For The Wrong Twin のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

SERENAWhen Mr. Winchester invited me to golf, my first instinct was to say no, because golf felt like one of those things you only did if you were born rich or had enough free time on your hands. But he framed it as a networking opportunity, and then he added, “No pressure, Serena. You can just ride along and talk,” which made it sound less intimidating and more like a long business lunch.So I agreed.The course was massive, and there were so many people everywhere. Everything was green and painfully neat, with staff moving around quietly and smiling at everyone politely. Mr. Winchester greeted me with an easy smile, already dressed in a polo shirt that probably cost more than my monthly grocery bill, and introduced me to the small group of men he was playing with.“Gentlemen, this is Serena Hale,” he said, resting a hand lightly on my back in a way that felt professional but familiar. “She’s the one I told you about. Sharpest mind I’ve met in a long time.”That made my stomach tigh

SERENAI woke up slowly, and the first thing I noticed was the dryness in my mouth, the kind that made it feel like my tongue was too big for my own teeth. Then there was the dull ache behind my eyes, and the heaviness in my limbs that made it feel like someone had stacked weights on my arms and legs while I was asleep. I tried to move my hand and it took more effort than it should have, which immediately annoyed me because I hated feeling weak.The second thing I noticed was the smell, that sharp sterile smell that I'd come to recognize way too well lately, and my stomach dropped before I even opened my eyes.I was in the hospital.I cracked my eyes open slowly, blinking against the harsh light above me, and for a second everything was blurry and doubled. White ceiling. Beeping somewhere to my left. The quiet hum of machines doing things I didn't fully understand. I swallowed and winced when my throat protested."Shit," I muttered under my breath.I turned my head slightly, and that

SERENAMaria did not wait for the door to fully close before she lost it.The sound of the lock clicking shut had barely finished echoing when she turned on Adrian, her heels striking the marble floor sharply as she stormed toward him, her eyes immediately dropping to the small suitcase in my hand and the overnight bag slung over my shoulder.“What the hell is this?” she snapped, her voice already pitched high with anger. “What is she doing here?”Adrian didn’t even flinch. He set his keys down slowly on the console like he was bracing himself for something he already knew was coming.“She’s staying with us for a while,” he said evenly. “She’s not safe on her own.”I froze where I stood, my fingers tightening around the handle of my suitcase as if that might somehow ground me. I suddenly felt very aware of how out of place I looked standing in the middle of his penthouse with my messy hair, flat shoes, and hospital bracelet still around my wrist.Maria laughed, but there was nothing a

AIDENBy the time I made it through the front doors of my building, my legs felt like they belonged to someone else, and they were no longer cooperating with what my brain was asking them to do. The doorman noticed immediately, because he always did, because I looked like shit and because I was leaning too hard on the marble counter like my life depended on it. "Mr. Knight," he said, already moving toward me. "Are you alright?""I'm fine," I lied, because that was what I always said, and because correcting myself felt like too much effort.He didn't argue, which I appreciated, and instead he slipped an arm around my back in a way that was professional and careful and not pitying, and he guided me toward the elevators while pretending this was normal and happened all the time. I let him, because fighting him would have meant falling, and I wasn't interested in adding humiliation to the growing list of shit I was dealing with that day.The elevator ride was slow, and my head tipped bac

SERENAI honestly almost thought about heading back home six times that night. But I’d promised Lily I’d come, so I had to put my game face on. The house was already loud when I arrived though, and that was unnerving enough. There were voices drifting out through the open front doors, music playing softly somewhere deeper inside, accompanied by the clinking of glasses and laughter that sounded a little forced. The driveway was lined with sleek cars that probably cost more than my entire childhood home, and for a moment I just stood there with my hand resting against the curve of my belly, breathing in slowly and reminding myself that I had agreed to this, and that I was allowed to leave whenever I wanted.Gary’s driver had dropped me off with a polite nod and a “Have a good evening, Miss Hale,” and then driven away like this was the most normal thing in the world. I adjusted the strap of my bag on my shoulder and walked up the steps, feeling a little bit like I was crashing a party I