Semua Bab Bound by Sin: My Stepbrother’s Obsession: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Sage. As soon as I see the doctor's face, I immediately know something is wrong. There is a shift in the air, subtle but unmistakable, like the room itself is bracing for impact. I look up from Theo’s bed, from the slow, steady rise and fall of his tiny chest, and my heart stutters painfully in my chest.The doctor steps inside with a nurse trailing behind him, a clipboard tucked against his chest. His expression is professional, composed but his eyes are careful, too careful, like he is choosing his words before they ever leave his mouth.My fingers tighten around the edge of the hospital bed.“Sage,” he starts gently.I flinch at the way he says my name. It's so official. “Yes?” My voice comes out thin, fragile. I clear my throat and try again. “Yes, doctor?”He steps closer, glancing briefly at Theo before looking back at me. “We have reviewed the results of the tests we ran on Theo.”I nod, even though my head feels too heavy for my neck, even though my chest feels tight, lik

Sage. I don’t remember deciding to attack him or even walking towards him. My body just started moving, and before I knew it I was kicking him, my arms were all over his chest as he tried to hold me, I was screaming too, causing an audience. He looks stunned. Caught off guard. Like he never imagined this moment would come like this“What did you do you son of a bitch?” I demand, my voice shaking with rage. “What the hell did you do, Andre?”People are staring. Nurses. Visitors. I don’t care.“Sage, calm down” he starts.“No,” I snap. “Don’t say my name like you didn’t just go behind my back and test my son like he was some experiment and definitely don't tell me to fucking calm down.”His jaw tightens. “I had a right to know.”“You could have just asked me!” I shout. “You could have looked me in the eye and asked me, and I would have told you the truth.”His eyes darken. “I did ask.”“What?”“I asked you,” he says, his voice low but firm. “I asked you if Theo was mine, and you told

Maya. I’m sitting on the edge of Theo’s hospital bed, gently rolling a small toy car across his blanket, when he lets out the softest laugh, It’s weak but it’s a laugh.And I swear, it feels like oxygen finally reaches my lungs.“There you go,” I whisper, forcing a smile even though my eyes burn. “You scared us, little man. You are not allowed to do that again, okay?”Theo blinks up at me, his lashes fluttering, his tiny fingers curling around the edge of the blanket like he’s anchoring himself to the world. Machines hum softly around us, their steady rhythm the only thing keeping my heart from spiraling again.The door opens behind me.I don’t need to turn around to know who it is.“I still can’t believe all this,” Alex says quietly.I glance over my shoulder. He is standing just inside the room, hands shoved into his pockets, his face softer than I have ever seen it. Not joking. Not teasing. Just stunned.“Neither can I,” I reply.He steps closer, his eyes drifting to Theo. His ex

Andre I storm out of the room before my brain can even process what I just heard.I don’t even remember the door closing behind me.All I know is my chest feels tight, like my ribs are crushing my lungs, and my mind is racing so fast I can’t think straight.Ella, Dr. Paul, The DNA test. Theo, it was all too much for me. It was too much for any normal person to take in a day. It’s like my world is collapsing into pieces, and I’m watching it happen in slow motion.I walk down the hallway so fast I don’t even realize where I’m going.I just keep moving.I keep walking until my legs shake and my heart pounds like a drum inside my chest.I’m angry, I’m hurt and I am definitely confused.But most of all I’m ashamed because I was fooled and manipulated by literally everyone. And I didn’t even see it coming.I reach the end of the corridor and turn around, almost instinctively, like I’m being pulled back to the place where everything started.Sage is right behind me.Her footsteps are quic

Ella.I wake up in panick. I barely slept well too I just tossed and turned all night. It’s not the kind of panic that jolts you upright, heart racing, gasping for air. It’s worse than that. It’s the slow, creeping dread that’s been sitting in my chest since last night, heavy and warm, like something rotten fermenting inside me.Andre’s voice plays in my head over and over again from the moment my eyes open."Maybe we should get a scan.He had said it so calmly and reasonable. I stare at the ceiling, counting the tiny cracks above the bed, my hand instinctively drifting to my stomach. I don’t rub it this time. I just rest my palm there, flat, still, like I’m afraid movement might give something away.A scan, how could I get a scan when I was not even pregnant. I swallow hard and sit up, my mouth dry. The other side of the bed is empty. Of course it is. Andre didn’t come to bed last night. I had pretended to fall asleep quickly, turning my back, breathing slow and even, listening