All Chapters of Married to a Narcissist, Pregnant With My Ex’s Child: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Selene’s POV. "It's quite strange; he was probably tipped off about the investigation," she said. "He probably fled the state." I shuddered. "But we are currently widening the search, but as of now...he's vanished." "Lord!" I exclaimed. Tom can be crazy. He probably knows I took it. Lisa would have told him. I threw my head back with my eyes closed. Thinking. gripped the edge of the pew, my knuckes white. "You should ask his mistress, Lisa." She would know." Silence. "Do you have an address?" A shaky "no" escaped me. "Okay, we would handle this. I understand you are having quite a difficult time at the hospital. You don't have to worry about anything. But if you happen to hear or see anything, let us know. We would be investigating the case." "I understand," I managed to say. The line went dead, leaving me to my own racing thoughts. Outside the cathedral, the sunlight was too bright. Mocking me. A deep contrast to the course of my life right now. I took in deep breaths.

Selene’s POV.“Are you following me around?”He sighed. Slipping his hands into his pocket.“I just wanted to make sure you were good.”“I am fine, Rowland. Amira’s okay, and that’s all that matters.” I said, turning to slip the car key into the door.He was behind me in seconds; his hand rested lightly over my shoulder, and he turned me around slowly.He was standing closer than I expected.So close I could feel his breath on me.“Selene.” He muttered.He sounded calm and confused.“You don’t have to rush into anything tonight.”I frowned slightly. “What do you mean?”His gaze drifted briefly toward the hospital building before returning to me.“When Amira gets discharged… you and she can stay at my place.”Silence.“She’ll have space,” he continued. “And it’ll be easier for her recovery.”I studied him. I missed him. I really did.I wanted him too. After that night at his place, my hormones haven't seemed to settle.But still, I shook my head.“No.”His expression didn’t change, but

Selene’s POV.I stirred awake.My head was rested in Rowland's hard chest as it rose and fell slowly.He was fast asleep, his arms around me.We must have fallen asleep in between my panic attack and him trying to comfort me.I felt calmer.Everything felt… still.The machines were quiet.Amira lay peacefully a few inches from me.I let out a breath, letting myself believe maybe the worst was truly over.Amira shifted slightly on the bed.I sat up, alarmed.Rowland groaned.It was such a small movement… but it felt like everything.My heart leapt.“Rowland…” I whispered.She’s waking up.She’s okay.In seconds, I stood by Amira's bedside. Her lashes fluttered.Rowland stood up immediately.I leaned closer.“Baby?”Her lips parted, but no words came out.The monitor gave a loud beep.I froze.“What was that?” I asked.“It’s probably just a sensor reading,” he said, but his voice had changed.Beep.Beep.Faster.My pulse raced with each beep of the monitor.His eyes stayed on the screen

Selene’s POV.The church proceedings passed in a blur.It's been an agonizing one week; I have barely eaten a thing. Mostly because I can't and I won't.I have uttered only a few words. I wished they would all just leave me alone. I was in a place too far away, with my Amira.A place where she wasn't sick. Where she recited the alphabet with so much happiness and told me she loved me. But then my phone would ring and draw me away from my thoughts. I never picked.“Selene, you need to eat," Father whispered to me those nights where I stayed at their house. Mother could have nurtured me. I would only shake my head.I had written a thirteen-page biography about my daughter, but I could only spew a few words at the funeral. Tears wouldn’t let me.I blew into the handkerchief for the millionth time. I sat in the living room. Mom sat beside me, rubbing my arm and replying warmly to the people that came to give their condolences.I don't know what I would have done without her this past week

(Two months later)Selene’s POV.Full stop.I closed my laptop and leaned into the chair. Weeks have passed. I wasn’t counting anymore.I just washed the sun and rise each day.I spent most days on my laptop. Ignoring condolences and walking through memories of the past.I am writing every day now.My fingers moved across the keys of my keyboard obsessively. Like if I stopped, I might have to face reality. An escape. But that didn’t help much either.Somehow I drew strength from knowing Amira was somewhere up there rooting for me.I got up and walked to the window and peeked through the curtains. Rowland’s car was parked as usual.He always came by in the evenings; he would stay for dinner, but I never came down.I only opened the door for Mother. Rowland never complained.Today, I felt different. I had been hiding for far too long.I put on my robe and parked my hair up with a black ribbon. I was still grieving.As I made my way down the stairs, the smell of roasted chicken and spice