Semua Bab I Got Pregnant For The Wrong Twin: Bab 81 - Bab 90

SERENABy the time I finally shut my laptop, my shoulders ached in a dull and heavy way that came from sitting too long and thinking too hard at the same time. My inbox was cleared, my notes were organized, and my brain felt like it had been wrung out and left to dry somewhere behind my eyes. Working from Adrian’s study had been productive, but it was also suffocating in a way I hadn’t expected, like the room carried too much of his presence even when he wasn’t in it.I stretched slowly in the chair, one hand drifting to my lower back while the other rested against my belly. The baby had been quiet most of the afternoon, which always made me nervous even though I knew that was normal. I reminded myself that everything was fine, that I’d eaten, that I’d drank water earlier, and that I was not allowed to spiral over every sensation anymore.Except I was thirsty now, and my mouth had turned into sandpaper while I was typing.I pushed myself up carefully and stepped out into the hallway,

ADRIANI drove to Aiden’s building faster than I should have, my hands tight on the steering wheel, my jaw locked in a way that made my teeth ache. The city blurred past in blocks of familiar streets and traffic lights I barely registered, my mind already running ahead of me, replaying the lawyer’s voice, the words confiscated and frozen and breach, and the cold certainty that this confrontation was going to explode whether I wanted it to or not.The doorman barely had time to greet me before I pushed past him, my stride sharp and impatient as I crossed the polished lobby and headed straight for the elevators. My reflection in the mirrored doors looked tense and worn, with dark circles under my eyes, my hair slightly out of place, and my shoulders rigid like I was bracing for impact. The elevator ride up felt too slow, the numbers climbing with deliberate laziness that only fed my irritation.When the doors finally opened onto the penthouse floor, the hallway was quiet and empty, the

SERENAI pushed the door open slowly, half-expecting the hinges to creak and wake him up accidentally, and the first thing I noticed was how still everything felt inside the room. The lights were dimmed low, the curtains were drawn halfway, and the steady hum of machines filled the space with a quiet mechanical rhythm that made my chest tighten.Aiden was lying on the bed with his head turned slightly to the side, his dark lashes resting against his pale skin, his breathing slow and shallow but steady. There was a thin IV line taped to his arm, a few monitors attached to his chest, and a clear bag hanging beside the bed that dripped steadily. He looked smaller than I remembered, and thinner in a way that made something uncomfortable twist in my stomach.I stood there for a few seconds longer than necessary, my hand still resting lightly on the door handle, because I couldn’t believe this was Aiden Knight, the notorious badboy of Manhattan who every woman wanted to have. I couldn’t bel

SERENAThe smell of disinfectant hit me as soon as I stepped into the nursing home lobby, sharp and familiar in a way that always made my stomach tighten a little, even though I had been coming here often enough that I should have been used to it by now. The receptionist smiled politely at me from behind the desk, her glasses perched slightly too low on her nose, and I signed in without really thinking about it, my hand moving automatically through the routine.My mother's wing was quieter than the rest of the building, with the lighting softer and the hallway lined with framed photographs of old city streets and smiling strangers that none of us actually knew. I could already hear her voice before I even reached her door, cutting through the muted hum of the place."I told you already, I'm not taking that," she snapped. "You people are always trying to drug me into being quiet so you don't have to deal with me."I paused outside the door for half a second and inhaled slowly, then I

ADRIANThe first thing I noticed when I got home was how quiet the penthouse felt. Every room felt too big and too empty all at once, and I could immediately tell that something was wrong. My body still ached from the surgery, a deep soreness that sat under my skin and reminded me every time I moved that a part of me was missing now and would never grow back. The doctor had said I would adjust, and that people lived full lives with one kidney but I wasn’t sure I believed him yet.Maria hovered the second the elevator doors opened, already rushing toward me like I was going to collapse at any second even though I was standing just fine. “Hi baby,” she said with a wide smile. “Welcome home.”“Hi,” I said begrudgingly, trying not to show how irritated I was that I had to get an Uber from the hospital. “Careful,” she said, placing a hand on my arm and another on my back. “You shouldn’t be moving too fast. Sit down. I made some soup for you.”“I’m fine,” I muttered, allowing her to guide