บททั้งหมดของ Pregnant With My Twin Sister’s Fiancé’s Baby: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

The silence in the penthouse wasn't peaceful. It was the heavy, suspended silence of a held breath.Dinner was a performance art piece in tension. Vivian sat at her usual spot, wearing a subdued shade of grey that suggested penitence. She hadn't spoken since the salad course. She ate with small, precise movements, her eyes downcast.Noah sat at the head of the table. He looked exhausted, the skin under his eyes bruised with fatigue, but there was something else in his posture. A straightness. A solidity.He had drawn a line in the gold paint of the nursery. He had thrown a vase. He had defended his wife.Aria pushed a roasted potato around her plate. She watched her husband. For the first time in days, he didn't look like a scared boy. He looked like the man who had built an empire.Tell him, a voice whispered in her head. He’s strong enough now. Tell him about the baby.Her hand drifted to her stomach under the table. The secret felt heavy, a warm weight that grounded her while every

Aria shoved the tissue-wrapped bundle deep into the trash can. She pushed it down past the used cotton pads, past the empty cardboard roll of toilet paper, until it hit the bottom.Two pink lines.She grabbed a handful of tissues and layered them on top, creating a white, fluffy barrier over the secret.Her heart was beating so fast it made her fingertips numb. She gripped the cold marble of the vanity, staring at her reflection. She looked the same. Pale. Wide-eyed. But inside, everything had rewired itself in the span of three minutes.The door handle turned.Aria spun around, putting her back to the trash can.Noah walked in. He didn't look at her. He walked straight to the sink, turning the cold water tap on full blast.He looked like a corpse. His skin was gray, the color drained completely away. His eyes were bloodshot.He splashed water on his face. Once. Twice. He was trying to shock himself back to life."Noah?" Aria whispered.He gripped the edges of the sink, water dripping

The paper gown crinkled with every breath Aria took. It was a cheap, harsh sound in the sterile silence of the exam room."Wait," Dr. Evans said.She squinted at the monitor, her hand freezing on the ultrasound wand. She pressed a button, freezing the image of the grey static.Aria gripped the edges of the exam table. The word surgery was still ringing in her ears, a death knell for the hope she hadn't realized she was holding."What?" Aria whispered. "Is it... has it ruptured?""No," Dr. Evans murmured. She adjusted the contrast dial. "Look here."She pointed to a dark shadow next to the flickering pixel of the heartbeat."I thought this was the fallopian tube wall," Dr. Evans said, her voice clinical but less grave. "But the angle was wrong. This isn't an ectopic implantation."Aria felt a rush of dizziness. "It's not?""It's a subchorionic hematoma," Dr. Evans said. "A massive bleed between the uterine wall and the gestational sac. It mimics the pain of an ectopic, and the location

The kitchen island was usually the heart of the penthouse, a place where they drank wine and debriefed after long days at NeXus. Tonight, it felt like a courtroom.Vivian was chopping vegetables. The rhythmic thud-thud-thud of the knife against the wooden block was loud in the silence. She was wearing an apron over her silk blouse—a domestic costume that looked terrifyingly natural on her."I thought a stir-fry would be light," Vivian said, sweeping peppers into a pan. "Noah, you've barely eaten all day. Steven said you were on calls for six hours straight."Noah sat at the island, his laptop open, a glass of scotch untouched beside him. He looked ragged. The relief of finding the marriage certificate copy had faded, replaced by the grinding reality of the legal battle ahead."Seven hours," Noah corrected, rubbing his temples. "The trustees are demanding a forensic audit of the certificate before they release the funds. They think the photocopy might be doctored.""Ridiculous," Vivian

The porcelain cup rattled against the saucer.Aria opened her eyes. The bedroom was still dark, but a silhouette stood by the bedside table, illuminated by the hallway light."Chamomile," Vivian whispered. "For the nerves."She placed the tea on the nightstand. The steam curled up, white and ghostly in the gloom. It smelled of dried flowers and intrusion.Aria didn't move. She couldn't. She was lying on her back, rigid as a corpse, afraid that even shifting her legs would trigger the flow she was fighting to hold back."Get out," Aria breathed.Vivian didn't leave. She leaned over the bed, bracing her hands on the mattress. The mattress dipped, and Aria felt a flash of panic at the movement."I know that look," Vivian said softly. "The stillness. The shallow breathing. You're afraid to move, aren't you?""I said get out.""You're bleeding," Vivian diagnosed. Her voice wasn't sympathetic; it was satisfied. "Just a little? Or is it a lot?""Leave me alone.""Nature is efficient," Vivian