All Chapters of WHEN DESIRE BECOMES A SIN : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Caleb’s POVHours passed like a blur, each minute stretching and collapsing all at once. Finally, the day we had both been waiting for arrived the day I would call Lyra my wife. The ceremony was set in the sprawling backyard of our family estate, every corner carefully decorated, every detail planned to perfection.Guests had begun to arrive, business partners, a few well-known personalities from the entertainment industry, close family members, and lifelong friends. My groomsmen were all from our college days, each having carved out their own path since graduation. Seeing them now in crisp suits, some nervously adjusting their cufflinks, reminded me of how far we had all come.And then there was Liam, our six-year-old son, standing proudly in his miniature tuxedo. His small hands fidgeted slightly at the bowtie, but his smile was radiant handsome, confident, and impossibly charming, just like Lyra. He caught my eye and waved, his little heart clearly swelling with excitement, and

Lyra’s POV The applause of our guests washed over us, but I barely noticed, lost in the haze of relief, love, and unshakable happiness. Caleb guided me down the aisle, our steps in perfect sync. Liam ran ahead, waving to the guests, full of pride and excitement, and I couldn’t stop smiling at the sight. The flowers, the sunlight, the quiet hum of conversations all of it felt alive, yet all I could focus on was the family we had created. Once we reached the reception area, the space was transformed into a dreamlike celebration. Tables were adorned with soft linens, delicate flowers, and flickering candles. The aroma of fresh food mixed with the subtle scent of roses, created an atmosphere that was both elegant and intimate. Our friends and family cheered as we entered, and I felt my heart swell at the sight of everyone gathered for us. Caleb guided me to the center of the dance floor, and we shared our first dance as husband and wife. The song was slow, melodic, and full of meani

Caleb’s POV Sleep didn’t come all at once. It never does after a day like that after vows spoken aloud, after hands held in front of everyone who mattered, after promises that felt heavier and lighter at the same time. I drifted in and out, aware of Lyra’s warmth against me, the steady rhythm of her breathing grounding me more surely than sleep ever could. At some point in the night, I surfaced just enough to realize where I was. Our room was wrapped in darkness, the kind that doesn’t threaten but protects. Moonlight slipped in through the curtains in thin silver lines, tracing soft shapes across the walls. Lyra was tucked against my side, her head resting where it had always belonged, her body fitting into mine with an ease that still amazed me. My arm was draped over her waist without conscious thought. Even asleep, I knew where she was. Even asleep, my body chose her. I watched her for a long moment. Her face was calm, unguarded in sleep. No smiles for anyone else, no streng

Caleb’s POV Pregnancy didn’t announce itself loudly in our home. It arrived the way everything meaningful had between us quietly, patiently, threading itself into our days until it felt like it had always belonged there. Lyra moved more carefully now. Not weak never that but deliberate. Like every step mattered. Like she was already listening to the small life growing inside her. Liam listened too. He became observant in a way that surprised me. Every morning, he’d eye Lyra’s plate. “Did you eat enough, Mama?” Every night, before bed, he’d remind her, “Doctor said you need rest.” He said it like it was his job. And maybe it was. One evening, I found him sitting on the couch beside her, his small hand resting flat against her stomach. His face was serious, focused. “What are you doing, bud?” I asked. “I’m talking to the baby,” he said without looking up. Lyra smiled softly. “He says good night every day.” I sat beside them, resting my arm along the back of the couch, wa

Caleb’s POV Nagising ako bago pa sumikat ang araw, gaya ng nakasanayan ko mula nang bumalik ang mag-ina ko. Hindi na ito dahil sa trabaho o obligasyon kundi dahil sa takot. Tahimik na takot na baka sa isang iglap, paggising ko wala na naman sila. Ang bahay ay tahimik, pero hindi ibig na walang tao dahil may mga kasambahay akong sanay gumalaw nang hindi naririnig, may private chef na naghahanda ng almusal sa ibaba, may seguridad sa labas na palaging alerto. Pero kahit gaano pa kaayos ang lahat sa paligid ko, may bahagi sa akin na hindi kailanman naging payapa simula noong umalis ang mag-ina ko. Limang taon akong naghanap. Sa bawat lungsod na may kahit katiting na posibilidad, sa bawat pangalan na maaaring ginamit niya, sa bawat bakas na inakalang kanya sinundan ko. Ginamit ko ang lahat ng kaya kong gamitin pera, impluwensya, koneksyon, mga taong sanay maghukay ng katotohanan. May mga pagkakataong halos abot-kamay ko na siya, pero palaging nauuwi sa wala. Parang sinadya