All Chapters of THE GIRL WHO LOVES SUNSET: Chapter 41 - Chapter 47

It was like the pain just came in waves.Not sharp at first—Just heavy, tightening, tugging from within Ava's body, as the tide is drawn backward before a storm.She sat on the edge of her bed, breathing slowly, her hands resting over her belly.“In… out… in… out…”Another contraction rose.Her lips parted.She took a sharp breath in.“Aah…”Lena stood at the doorway, already alert. “It’s time, isn’t it?”Ava nodded, eyes shining. “I think… she’s ready.”The little apartment that once was quiet now strobed with movement: Lena grabbing Ava's hospital bag, her shoes, her sweater. Ava moved slowly, carefully, stopping every few steps as pain clenched at her waist.“You’re strong,” Lena whispered. “Stronger than you think.”Outside, night had already begun to fold over the city. Streetlights blinked on. Cars whispered past. Somewhere in the distance, a siren cried softly, like destiny clearing its throat.They reached the clinic just as another contraction bent Ava forward.The nurse kne

The driveway of the Rowan mansion shone under the late afternoon sun, while the polished black car came to a smooth stop; Ethan stepped out, holding Elara in one arm and guiding Ava with the other.The security guards froze for a heartbeat. Then, instinctively, they stepped aside, recognizing their master’s presence but hesitating at the unexpected companion.Ethan's jaw was set, his eyes unflinching. He was home but brought with him a whole different world of chaos in Ava and their daughter.Just as they reached the grand entrance, the mansion doors swung open. Serena’s laughter froze in the air. She had sat in front of the mirror with her father and mother, practicing her smile, not knowing that in a while the lives of two people she despised most would crash into hers.“Ethan…” Serena's voice was sharp, sweet, venom-laced. Her eyes seemed to widen at the sight of Ava cradling the tiny Elara. “What… what is this?”Vanessa emerged from behind Serena, her face a combination of anger a

That afternoon, there was an eerie quiet within the walls of the Rowan mansion. The staff moved cautiously, aware that tension had settled, like a storm cloud, over every polished surface. Ava sat in the suite assigned to her, cradling Elara and watching the sunbeams fall softly upon the floor. The warmth from these golden rays failed to chase away the shadow she felt growing about them, Serena's shadow.Serena ushered her most intimate circle of friends, Bianca among them, and two she could trust with her life, into a private sitting room near the grand staircase outside the suite. With oil paintings and gilded mirrors adorning the walls, they seemed to press in on the conspirators as they outlined their plan.Serena sat forward, resting her elbows on her knees with her fingers steepled. Her eyes were narrow and sharp, calculating. "The DNA test is our last move," she said with a low and tight-lipped voice. "With that proving he is hers, not mine. She could have everything. We can't

The evening rain had just started when Ethan Rowan pulled up outside Christie’s apartment building. It wasn’t the kind of place he was used to—no gates, no marble fountains, no security men standing at attention. Just a quiet, tired-looking block with flickering corridor lights and laundry hanging from balconies.Yet, his chest felt tight as he stepped out of the car.This is where Ava chose to stay.There's a world he is no longer part of.A moment he stood, hands in his coat pockets, staring up at the windows as if one of them might suddenly reveal her face. His mind replayed the dinner, the doctor's voice, the humiliation, the silence that followed. He could still hear Serena's controlled breath, his mother's satisfied tone, the way Ava had cried like her heart was being ripped open.And Elara.The small face of the baby had haunted him since that night.Ethan went up the stairs since the elevator was out of order. Each step was heavier than the one before. Arriving in front of Chr