All Chapters of Pregnant With My Twin Sister’s Fiancé’s Baby: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

The clock on the microwave displayed 2:14 PM."He's been gone fourteen minutes," Noah said. He was standing by the window, looking down at the street where Sarah’s car had disappeared into traffic."It's a two-hour visit," Aria said. She was sitting at the kitchen island, her hands wrapped around a mug of tea that had gone cold twenty minutes ago. "We have to let them go, Noah. We have to trust the process.""I don't trust the process," Noah muttered. "I trust you. I trust me. I don't trust a woman who is learning how to be a mother from a pamphlet.""She's trying," Aria said, though her own stomach was tied in knots.The court order had been specific. One unsupervised visit per week. Location: Public park or neutral venue approved by the guardian ad litem.Sarah had chosen Central Park. The zoo. It was a classic "good mom" choice. Public. Fun. Safe.But Theo hadn't looked like he was going to the zoo. He had looked like he was going to an execution. He had clung to the doorframe, his

The courtroom was quiet, the air thick with the kind of silence that usually precedes a verdict.Aria sat next to Noah, her hand gripping his so tightly her fingers were numb. On the other side of the aisle, Sarah Miller sat alone, her back straight, her hands folded on the table. She looked like she was waiting for a firing squad.Ms. Vance, the Guardian ad Litem, stood at the podium. She adjusted her glasses, opened her report, and began to read."Your Honor," Ms. Vance said, her voice dry and matter-of-fact. "Over the last three months, I have conducted extensive interviews with all parties involved in the matter of Theodore Miller. I have observed visitations. I have reviewed medical records, school reports, and therapy notes."She turned a page. The sound was like a gunshot in the silent room."There is no question regarding the biological mother's fitness," Ms. Vance continued. "Ms. Miller has maintained sobriety for over eighteen months. She is gainfully employed. She has secur

The penthouse smelled of vanilla buttercream and belonging.It wasn't a formal gala. There were no caterers, no press releases, and absolutely no Antique Cream linens. Instead, there were streamers taped haphazardly to the marble columns (Theo’s handiwork), a playlist of Disney songs mixed with 80s rock (Noah’s contribution), and enough pizza to feed a small army.Aria sat on the arm of the sofa, holding a glass of sparkling cider. She watched the room.It was a collage of the people who had survived the storm.Sienna sat on the floor, heavily pregnant with Hope, building a Lego castle with Emma and Lila. Marcus was trying to help, but mostly he was just handing them bricks and looking at his wife like she hung the moon.Claire was at the kitchen island, sketching Julian and Leo as they argued good-naturedly about the best way to slice a pizza. Julian looked relaxed, his tie gone, his laugh loud and uninhibited—a sound that would have been impossible in this room a year ago.And in th

The coffee shop on 57th Street was sterile, sleek, and filled with people who looked like they were negotiating million-dollar deals over oat milk lattes.Aria sat at a high-top table near the back. She wasn't drinking coffee. She was drinking water, her hand resting protectively over the phone on the table.Claire sat next to her, sketching furiously on a napkin. Sienna sat on the other side, checking her email but clearly not reading it."You don't have to do this," Claire said, shading the eye of a dragon on the napkin. "You can just ghost them. It's what they deserve.""Ghosting them leaves the door open," Aria said. "They'll keep knocking. They'll keep sending letters. I need to close the door.""And lock it," Sienna added. "And maybe weld it shut."Aria looked at the door. "They're here."Franklin and Eleanor Stone walked in. They looked... diminished. Franklin’s suit was well-cut but slightly shiny at the elbows. Eleanor’s hair was perfect, but her face was gaunt, the skin tigh

The headline was designed to draw blood.EXCLUSIVE: "Abandoned in Queens: The Tragic Fall of the Stone Dynasty."Aria read it on the tablet Noah had set up on the kitchen island. The article was a masterclass in manipulation, weaving quotes from "unnamed sources" (her mother) with photos of the dingy hallway outside their new apartment (staged, probably, with extra trash)."She's good," Sienna said, leaning over Aria's shoulder. "She managed to make a two-bedroom apartment with paid utilities sound like a gulag.""She knows her audience," Noah said. He was standing by the espresso machine, his back rigid. "She knows people love to hate the rich. Especially the young, successful rich who 'forget where they came from.'""We didn't forget," Aria said. "We remember too well."She scrolled to the comments.“Ungrateful brats. They owe their parents everything.” “I bet they sleep on silk sheets while their mom starves.” “Money ruins families.”"Stop reading," Noah said. He walked over and cl