Lahat ng Kabanata ng Pregnant by my Ex-Boyfriend’s Father: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

So after lashing out at Leah, I decided to start writing the chapters, blocking out whatever noise there is, Leah only messages me to check in on me and all that.I added four more chapters to the manuscript that week, barely sleeping, barely eating, just writing. It wasn’t discipline—more like desperation. Every time I paused for too long, my mind replayed my mentor’s words at the book fest… the snub, the tight smile, the way she looked at me like I was trending today and disposable tomorrow.So I drowned the echo of her voice in my keyboard.Chapter-one poured out like someone else was holding my hands. It was the chapter where my main character finally confronted her mother after years of silence.The confrontation was raw—sharp sentences, broken pauses, the kind of dialogue you have to earn emotionally. I didn’t plan it. I just wrote the apology the daughter never got in real life… and maybe the validation I wished I got that day at the book fest.Chapter-two felt strangely calm.

For a second my brain refused to process it. He looked unreal. Too still. One arm twisted awkwardly beneath him, his face pale against the dark tile. “Alex,” I breathed. No response.The sound that left my throat was small and broken. I dropped beside him, knees hitting the rug, palms hovering uselessly over his chest like I was afraid to touch him and confirm something I was not ready to name.He was breathing. Shallow, but there.Relief came so fast it hurt.“I told you not to come,” I said, even though he could not hear me. My voice shook anyway. “I locked the door.”I pressed my ear lightly to his chest. His heartbeat was there, uneven but stubborn. Too fast. Too loud.I could not lift him. Even if I tried, even if adrenaline helped, my body would not allow it. The doctor’s voice from earlier echoed in my head. High blood pressure. Stress is not your friend right now.I swallowed hard and stood, grabbing the thick throw blanket from the couch, then another from the bedroom. I kn

I woke up to the sound of breathing that was not mine.For a split second, panic shot through me. My body stiffened before my mind caught up. Then I remembered. The couch. The blankets. The weight of last night settling quietly into morning.He couldn’t go home because he still felt weak and I wasn’t that inhuman to send him away in such a state.Sunlight leaked through the curtains in thin lines, landing on the edge of the rug, the arm of the sofa, the side of his face. Alexander was still asleep. One arm flung carelessly over his chest, lashes resting against his cheek like he belonged there. Like this was normal.It was not.I sat up slowly, careful not to make the bed creak. My chest felt tight, but not in the sharp painful way. This was softer. Confusing. The kind of tightness that came from letting something familiar back in when you promised yourself you would not.I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood. The room smelled faintly like his cologne and the tea I never

Alex POVI’m actually feeling happy since I left Aria’s house, I’m glad we were able to settle all our grudges and misunderstandings.We even did baby shopping online, I’m so happy about everything.I was even whistling like a young man, down my hallway until I received a call from my secretary.I wondered why he was calling me.So when my phone continued vibrating nonstop, I assumed it was routine noise. Time zone differences. A board member waking up anxious. A regional director overreacting to market chatter.I did not assume it was war.Few minutes later, i was in my home office, sleeves rolled, tie still loose around my neck, skimming a quarterly report when my chief of staff knocked once and entered without waiting.That alone made me look up.She never broke protocol.“Sir,” she said, voice tight, tablet pressed to her chest. “We have a situation.”I exhaled slowly. “Define situation.”She hesitated. A fraction of a second too long.“The board is requesting an emergency meeting

Aria POVTwo days after the Ethan ordeal, I still hadn’t allowed anyone into my house.Not Tracy.Not Alex.Not even Leah.I needed the quiet. Not the gentle kind people recommend. I needed the kind that sits with you, presses against your chest, and forces you to hear your own thoughts whether you like them or not. I wanted to sit inside my emotions without anyone trying to organize them for me or make sense of them out loud.The apartment had taken on my mood. Curtains half drawn. Lights mostly off. The air still. I moved slowly from room to room like I was afraid of bumping into myself.My phone stayed face down most of the time.Until it buzzed again.I already knew who it was.Leah had been checking in since everything exploded. Not aggressively. Not with panic. Just… consistently. Like someone knocking softly on a door they knew might not open.I picked up my phone and scrolled up through her messages.The first one had come the night everything broke.“I know you don’t want to