Semua Bab Owned by the Wrong Man: Bab 1 - Bab 10

The morning sun tried to break through the gray clouds, its light soft but unwelcome. Annie hadn’t slept much,the world still felt heavy on her chest. Her body moved like it was made of glass, every step careful, every breath shallow.Tasha watched her from the kitchen island, arms folded, bonnet slightly crooked. “You’ve been staring at that wall for ten minutes, girl,” she said softly. “We need to get you out of here. Fresh air, something warm, anything.”Annie’s voice came out hoarse. “I just don’t feel like myself.”“I know.” Tasha sighed, grabbing her keys. “Come on. You’re not sitting here all day. Let’s go to the clinic. Maybe the doctor can check you out your body has been through a lot.”Annie hesitated, then nodded slowly. She didn’t have the strength to argue.The car was quiet until Tasha reached over and connected her phone to Bluetooth.“Uh-uh, enough of this silence. We’re not doing the sad girl soundtrack today.”Annie sighed. “I’m not in the mood for music.”Tasha ig

The days after the confrontation with Great felt unusually slow for Annie. Every morning she woke up hoping the weight on her chest would be lighter, but it stayed the same.She tried to eat for the baby, tried to distract herself with chores, tried to pretend she wasn’t scared about the future. Some hours were better than others. Some felt impossible.She kept telling herself the same sentence every morning 'Just focus on the baby. Just breathe."Tasha worked long shifts and came home exhausted, but she never stopped checking on Annie. She cooked for her, fussed over her, and forced her to drink warm tea every night. Still, Annie felt like she was walking through life with a shadow behind her, the shadow of what she had been through, and the shadow of what was coming next.But even in the middle of her confusion, something strange kept happening.She kept seeing him.It started at the grocery store. Annie stood quietly in the vegetable aisle, staring at a bunch of apples without ta

Great had never felt more confident in his life.He leaned back on the couch in his mother’s living room, one arm stretched across the sofa, his phone resting lazily on his palm. The television played quietly in the background, but he wasn’t watching it. His mind was too busy replaying one sentence over and over.She’s pregnant.The thought filled his chest with pride, not fear. Not responsibility. Pride.His mother stood near the kitchen doorway, stirring something on the stove. She glanced at him every few seconds, smiling like she already knew she had raised a winner.“So,” she said finally, turning down the heat. “You said the girl is expecting?”Great grinned. “Yeah. Annie.”His sister, Maya, sat across from him, legs crossed, watching him closely. “Expecting as in… pregnant?”He nodded. “Very pregnant.”His mother clapped her hands together softly. “Ah! I knew it. I told you God would bless you this year.”Great laughed. “Blessed for real.”Maya frowned. “And what does Annie thi

Great walked back and forth in his apartment, holding his phone, replaying Annie’s last words over and over. “I’m at the hospital.” She sounded calm… almost too calm. He didn’t understand.This was supposed to be their moment. Their child. He had told his mother, his sister. They were excited. Everything was falling into place. And now… silence from Annie.He pressed the call button again, but it went straight to voicemail.Why is she being so difficult? He wanted to believe she was just scared, that she would see reason. After all, carrying his child was a blessing. That’s what he had said. That’s what everyone would say.But still… something in him tightened at the thought of her at the hospital without him. What if she’s… what if she’s doing something wrong?The idea made his stomach twist, a mixture of anger and fear he couldn’t name. He walked back and forth faster, clenching and unclenching his fist. Annie had always been stubborn. But he thought he knew her. He thought he could

Ethan had built an entire life around control.Control over his time.Control over his emotions.Control over situations that could spiral if left unchecked.That was why it bothered him that Annie kept slipping into his thoughts.He sat in the back seat of his car as he drove through the city.She had sounded tired on the call. Not weak but worn down. Like someone who had been holding herself together for too long.“I’m okay,” she had said.But Ethan knew better than to believe words spoken that way.He sighed and leaned his head back, closing his eyes. He didn’t even know her that well. A few conversations.And yet… something about her stayed with him.He drove into a private lounge, where he usually sat with his friend Lucas.“Since when do you look like that?” Lucas askedEthan turned around.Lucas stood by the open door of the private lounge, jacket slung over one shoulder, eyebrows raised in amusement. His oldest friend. The one person who could read him even when he didn’t spea