Alle Kapitel von Nights I sold to him : Kapitel 31 – Kapitel 40

The days after Grandma’s funeral feel like walking through fog.Everything is muted.Colors dull.Sounds far away.I move through her apartment, packing the last boxes.Photos.Her old sweaters that still smell like her.Recipes written in her handwriting.Each one breaks me all over again.Noah helps quietly. He carries boxes, labels them carefully, holds me when I stop and cry. We don’t talk much. Words feel too small.Mia comes over to help pack. She cries with me, her belly big now, rubbing it absentmindedly.“Grandma would be excited for this little one.”I nod, tears spilling.“Yeah.”We find Grandma’s old baby clothes. Tiny. Yellowed with age. I hold them and sob, thinking of the baby we lost, of Liam growing, of this new fight ahead.Noah takes the clothes gently and puts them into a separate box.“For our kids someday,” he says softly.Hope and pain mix together. I cry into his arms.Two days later, the police call with an update.“Ethan Kingston is in custody.”My heart jump

The photo from Victoria sits between us like a bomb.Me leaving Alex’s office.His hand on my arm.Comfort. Innocent.But in the picture, it looks like more.Noah stares at it for too long, eyes dark, jealousy flickering.“Who is he really?” he asks quietly, his voice low and hurt.I sit on the bed, legs pulled up.“My therapist. Dr. Alex Reed.”He nods slowly.“The one you see every week.”“Yeah.”The silence grows heavy. He sits beside me but doesn’t touch me.“Why was his hand on you?”“Comfort,” I say softly. “I was crying. About Grandma. About everything.”He looks away, tears shining in his eyes.“I know it’s stupid to feel this way. After everything.”His voice cracks.“But she sent it to hurt us. And it’s working.”I reach for his hand. After a second, he lets me take it.“It’s not stupid,” I whisper. “I’d feel the same.”Tears fall. We cry quietly, side by side.The doubt Victoria planted is growing.That night, the tension is thick. We lie apart at first, staring at the ceil

The video Victoria sent plays on a relentless loop in my head.Our moans. His hands on my breasts. The slow, intimate thrusts. Tears on our cheeks. What had once been a night of healing is now her weapon. She’s turned something sacred into something sharp, something meant to cut us open again and again.I can’t stop shaking.Noah paces the living room, phone pressed tight to his ear, his voice sharp and urgent as he talks to the police, to security, to anyone who will listen. He sounds solid—unbreakable—but I see the truth in the cracks he can’t hide. His eyes are red. His jaw clenched too tight. When he hangs up, his hands tremble.“She was here,” he says quietly, his face devastated.I nod, tears spilling freely. “Watching us.”He pulls me into his arms, holding me like I might disappear if he loosens his grip. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, and his voice breaks completely. I cry into his shirt until it’s soaked through, until my chest aches.“How does she know everything?” I ask through

The cramping wakes me in the middle of the night.It’s sharp and low in my belly, like a knife twisting slowly, deliberately. Pain blooms fast, stealing my breath. I sit up too quickly, panic surging through me.“Noah.”My voice comes out small. Fragile.He’s awake instantly, his hand already on my back. “What? What is it?”“Pain,” I whisper. “It’s bad.”He reaches for the lamp, and the soft light floods the room. His face goes pale as his eyes drop from mine to the sheets.Blood.Bright. Fresh. So much more than spotting.I gasp, tears spilling immediately. “No. No, please.”He’s out of bed in seconds, pulling on clothes with shaking hands. His voice is steady, but I can hear the fear underneath it. “It’s okay. We’re going now.”“I can’t lose this one,” I sob, folding in on myself.He kneels in front of me, cups my face gently, his own eyes wet. “You won’t,” he says, though his voice cracks. “We won’t.”He helps me dress, careful and trembling, and I lean into him because my legs fee

I can’t stop staring at the ceiling.The hospital lights are too bright.The beeping is steady.The IV is cold in my arm.Noah hasn’t moved from the chair. His hand is in mine. His eyes are on me.We don’t talk much.Just look at each other.Back and forth. Raw.“You sleeping?” he asks softly, his voice rough.“No.”He squeezes my hand. “Me neither.”I turn my head and look at him. His eyes are red. Stubble thick across his jaw.“You need rest.”He shakes his head. “Not leaving.”Tears prick my eyes. “I’m scared.”He leans closer, resting his forehead on mine. “Me too.” His voice cracks. “But the baby’s okay. For now.”I nod as tears fall. “Yeah.”He wipes them away, his thumb gentle but rough at the same time.“I keep thinking,” I whisper.“What?”“If she did this… the bleeding.”He goes still. “I thought the same.”Tears fall from his eyes too.“We’ll test. Blood. Everything.”I nod and cry quietly. He holds my hand tighter.The doctor comes in the morning and checks me.“Good news.