All Chapters of Married to a Narcissist, Pregnant With My Ex’s Child: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Selene's POV. “Why is she late?" She had called thirty minutes ago, saying I should meet up with her in this dead bar, and I was getting uncomfortable glances from the man at the table a few inches away. People laughed out loud. Country club music bommed through the speakers. Old ragged men and slutty women. It was the type of place, you wouldn't have to bother about being noticed. I wrapped my face with a scarf. I wouldn't be caught dead in this kind of place. My legs bobbed under the table. I glanced at the time for the tenth time today. It was past midnight. I needed to get back to the hospital soon. I left Amira with the nurse and Rowland. Mum and Dad had gone home. Dad had pulled me into a corner that morning. “Is something going on between you and Rowland?” I hadn't waited for him to finish his sentence. “No dad!” He studied me and nodded. “You are a grown adult, Selene. I believe you know the right thing to do.” Then we talked about other things. The pas

Tom’s POV. My head hurts so bad. The last time i felt this way was when i had gone drinking with the guys back in college and got so drunk i messed up the entire place. I rubbed my temple gently and turned to the side.The light from the blinds forced my eyes shut for a brief moment before i finally opened them again. I sat up slowly. “What happened last night?” I looked down at my clothes. My suit was gone and my shirt left open. Exposing my bare chest. The woman from the bar. The red dress, her luscious full lips. And how soft she felt when i touched her. My lips curved. Then I remembered. We hadn't done anything. She left me on the bed and walked towards my desk. My smile faded instantly. I jumped towards the table. “Fucking bitch” I glanced at the desk. It remained untouched. Just the way I had left it.My brows furrowed. I pulled out the first drawer. My stack of cash was gone. Typical. “Sneaky thief.” I spat. Then i pulled the next drawer. Then the next. The em

Selene's POV.I exhaled slowly and pushed open the cafeteria door.The smell of food greeted me immediately.I really needed to put an end to whatever this was between Rowland and me.Distance. That's what I needed.After the divorce and everything is settled. I would like to move to a new city.That pang of guilt clawed at me again.I had to tell him. Seeing him in that bed, I knew this was unfair to him.For six good years I had kept this secret.I sighed and grabbed two trays and began scanning the options.Rowland needed something light.Soup maybe.And Amira would definitely complain if I came back with anything that looked too healthy.A small smile tugged at my lips.Just as I reached for a container of soup, my phone vibrated in my pocket.I pulled it out, my brows drawing into a frown.It was an unknown number. I have had a lot of unknown numbers calling. Between the investigation and the divorce arrangement, I was tired.“Hello.” I whispered into the receiver."Hello…Selene?

Selene’s POV.I remained still. That single plea sent a piercing pain through my chest.“Is she mine?”The question seemed to drain the air from my lungs.My stomach dropped.I never imagined it this way.“I…I don't know what to say, Rowland.”A nurse walked towards us and stopped in front of the mess. “We would take care of this, ma'am.”“Thank you.” I got up quickly. Rowland stood slowly.My gaze moved to Paula. She stood still clutching her purse. But Lisa was gone.“Could we go in?”I didn't wait for an answer; I turned around and made my way into Amira's room. She was sound asleep. The chemo makes her so weak.I really didn't want to deal with all of this.I turned immediately. Paula shut the door behind her.“I tried to tell you. Six years ago Rowland, before you… left.”Paula exhaled, her eyes wide with shock.Her palm flew to her mouth. "My grandchild?”I nodded slowly.Rowland's voice shook. "Is that what you needed to tell me in those letters?”I nodded.His eyes moved to th

Selene’s POV. There was tension in the room; I hadn't gone home yesterday night. And I was completely avoiding Rowland. Paula was here too, but where we sat in the waiting room looked like there was some kind of wall between the two families. With either of us staying on the other side of the room. Today was the day of the surgery. I had kissed Amira a million times and made her recite how brave she was just before she was placed under anesthesia. "The surgery isn't the problem," the doctor said. The main thing is what happens after the surgery. We can only pray." My breathing came out uneven. I swallowed hard, feeling the lump in my throat grow heavier. I tried to focus, to breathe, to anchor myself, but my mind refused to listen. All I could see was Amira lying in that hospital bed, so small, so fragile, her tiny chest rising and falling under the bright hospital lights. Father stood beside me, his hands placed in his pockets calmly. Mother gave my palm a light squeeze, b