All Chapters of Married to a Narcissist, Pregnant With My Ex’s Child: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Rowland’s POV I was reckless; I couldn’t go home or drive to work either. And I had no idea where Selene was. The call from Sophie had shaken me more than I realized. I sent the details to the inspector. “Oh, Tom," I muttered through gritted teeth. “Pray I don’t catch you before the police do.” I hit the accelerator and surged forward. I had been on the road for hours, driving aimlessly. My heart skipped at every brown-haired lady who glanced at me. I left Mark at home. Lord, I am elated he’s here. I needed all the support I could get. My car pulled up in front of Lisa’s. I don’t know why I was back here. I just couldn’t shake off the feeling; something’s up with her. Time was running out. I sat inside for a few minutes, trying to recollect my thoughts. Had Selene mentioned something earlier? Had there been something I’d missed? I gripped my hair in my fingers. “I am sorry, Selene. I shouldn’t have let you stay alone that night.” First, I had lost a

Selene’s POV. Tom was gone for hours. I had gone round, trying every single lock in the house. Rummaged through the wardrobes for something. Anything that could help, and now, I was tired. Left for me, I wouldn’t dare eat anything Tom left for me. For all I knew he could have put something in it. But I had to consider the baby. All that running around the house had made me weak and tired. My stomach grumbled…I placed a hand over it. “I know,” I whispered. “I’m hungry too.”I pushed myself to my feet and walked to the kitchen. An owl hooted somewhere in the woods. I pulled up the refrigerator and bent over. It was completely stocked. Different containers of refrigerated food arranged neatly in a row. My eyes lingered on them. I picked up one of the containers and read the label. Chicken and rice. “Fine.” I whispered, looking around the empty room. I placed it inside the microwave and pressed the button.I stood there with my arms folded, watching the food turn slowly beh

Rowland’s POV. “Oh dear, I should have called the police earlier.” I watched the old lady, who stood in front of the abandoned house, with her fingers wrapped around her body. “You really wouldn’t have known, honey.” An elderly man, who I presumed to be her husband, rubbed her shoulder lightly. He turned to the officer. "We need to head in now, Officer, before my wife's blood pressure spikes.” I threw my head back in frustration. That man seems to be ten steps ahead. Mark stood a few feet away on the porch, talking to the inspector. I watched the inspector receive a call and place the phone over his ear. He nodded and slipped the phone into his pocket. It seems there has been a sighting in the east. I straightened, alarmed. “Do you think it’s them, Inspector?" “It has to be.” He mumbled something into the walkie-talkie on his shoulder and headed for his car. "It has to be; the description matches the one from the old lady. A car is parked lazily on the r

Rowland’s POV. The sound tore through the noise. My heart raced. I couldn’t hear anything except Selene’s scream. She buried her face in her palms, her whole body trembling as she cried. “Selene!” I looked down at myself. My hands moved frantically over my chest, my stomach, and my arms. I searched for blood, for a wound, for anything that could tell me where the bullet had hit. Nothing. I touched my chest again, breathing heavily. I wasn’t shot. My eyes lifted. Tom was crouched a few feet away, one hand gripping his leg. Blood was already soaking through his trousers. He had been shot. I stared at him, trying to process what I was seeing. Then I heard footsteps behind me. I turned. Mark. My brother was walking through the bushes, his clothes drenched from the rain, his face hard with concentration. And in his hand was a gun. He stopped a few feet from us. “Police! Your hands in the air!” Officers circled around us. They moved so quickly.

Selene’s POV. My eyes fluttered open, and I am sitting back in the chair. I didn’t know where I was. The ceiling above me was white. Too bright. I blinked slowly. The empty coffee cup lay on the floor beside me. Everyone was gathered around me. Mother. Father. Rowland. Lisa. Sophie. My eyes moved from one face to another. My heart began to pound. Then I heard it. “Mummy!” I froze. My head snapped toward the voice. “Mummy!” A little girl stood a few feet away. Her eyes were filled with tears. She was looking straight at me. My breathing stopped. I shook my head. The room seemed to tilt around me. The little girl took a step toward me. “Mummy.” My lips parted. Nothing came out. She took another step. Then another. Her little hands stretched toward me. “Carry me.” My heart shattered. I pushed myself farther back into the chair. “No.” The word came out as a whisper. The little girl stopped. Her face crumpled.