All Chapters of Pregnant With My Twin Sister’s Fiancé’s Baby: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

The manila folder Sienna had placed on the duvet was thin, but the paper inside was dense with devastation.Aria turned the page, her finger tracing the typed lines of a letter dated thirty years ago.She came to us when Thomas was at his lowest, the letter read. She offered stability. She offered to be the mother he couldn't be. By the time we realized she was isolating him from his own legal counsel, she had already filed for emergency custody."It's the same," Aria whispered. "The isolation. The 'instability' narrative. She even used the same phrase.""Which one?" Sienna asked. She was sitting in the velvet armchair Noah had dragged in from the living room, legs crossed, looking like she was presiding over a board meeting rather than a crisis intervention."'A stable environment for the child,'" Aria read. "She said it to the judge in the Blackwood case in 1994. She said it to Noah yesterday.""Vivian isn't creative," Sienna noted. "She's efficient. Why write a new script when the

The fire wasn't in the fireplace this time. It was in Aria’s veins.The IV drip was relentless. Drop by drop, it pushed the medication into her blood—a thick, chemical heat that started at her wrist and rolled through her body like a slow-moving lava flow.Magnesium sulfate. The doctor had said the name, but to Aria, it just felt like burning.Her skin felt too tight. Her tongue felt heavy, a piece of lead in her mouth. The room was freezing—she could see the condensation on the window—but she was sweating, her hospital gown clinging to her chest."It's working," Dr. Evans murmured. She was watching the monitor, where the jagged mountain peaks of the contractions—the cramping that was trying to expel the life inside Aria—were smoothing out into rolling hills."It burns," Aria whispered. The words came out slurred, thick."I know," Dr. Evans said gently. She adjusted the blanket, pulling it down to let heat escape. "It's a vasodilator. It makes you feel like you're flushing. But it rel

The white hydrangeas on the bedside table were perfect. Too perfect. They didn't have a single bruised petal or wilted leaf. They were exactly the kind of flower Sienna Stone would choose—flawless, expensive, and completely opaque.Aria gripped the hospital sheets. The linen was rough against her fingertips."Why?" Aria asked.Sienna was still standing by the door, keys in hand, ready to execute the takeover of Aria’s household. She stopped. She didn't turn around immediately. She checked her reflection in the glass of the armoire, smoothing a stray hair."I told you," Sienna said, turning back. "I'm doing it for the baby.""Bullshit," Aria said. The profanity felt heavy in the sterile room. "You don't do anything for anyone unless there's a payoff. Is this about Marcus? Do you think if you play the hero, he'll take you back?"Sienna’s expression didn't flicker. "Marcus is a good man. He deserves better than the version of me that existed two years ago. And frankly, I'm not looking fo

The roasted chicken on the hospital tray smelled like rubber and wet cardboard. It sat under a plastic dome that was sweating with condensation, cooling rapidly in the chilled air of the room.Aria pushed it away. She wasn't hungry. She was full of a heavy, suffocating dread that felt like it was displacing her organs.Noah sat in the armchair by the window. He was typing on his phone, his thumb moving in a rhythmic blur. He looked refreshed. The dark circles under his eyes had lightened. His shirt was pressed."You should eat," Noah said, not looking up. "Dr. Evans said protein is good for the placenta.""It tastes like plastic," Aria said.Noah finally looked up. He sighed, sliding his phone into his pocket. He checked his watch—a quick, reflexive glance that screamed I have somewhere else to be."I can order something in," Noah offered. "Thai? Italian?""I'm not hungry." Aria picked at the blanket. "I'm... worried.""About the bleeding?" Noah stood up and walked to the bed. "The nu

The hospital room had been rearranged again.The tray table was pushed to the corner. The monitors were turned away. Dr. Evans sat in the visitor’s chair, her tablet resting face down on her lap.Noah stood by the window. He was wearing his suit jacket, though it was wrinkled at the elbows. His arms were crossed over his chest, a physical barricade against the conversation in the room."I don't have time for this," Noah said. He spoke to the glass, to the city skyline. "I have a deposition prep with Julian's former partner in an hour. Vivian is escalating.""Noah," Dr. Evans said. Her voice was calm, anchoring. "We agreed to thirty minutes. The deposition can wait.""My wife is lying in a hospital bed because of stress," Noah snapped, turning around. "And you want to add more stress by digging up... feelings? We don't need therapy. We need a legal victory."Aria lay on the bed, her hands clasped tightly over her stomach. She watched him. He looked like a cornered animal—teeth bared, e