Todos os capítulos de Exposed At The Altar: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

POV: LinaI woke up before the sun was fully bright, staring at the ceiling like someone who had forgotten how to sleep.The room felt heavy, even though nothing had changed. Same bed. Same walls. Same window with the thin curtain moving slightly from the fan. But everything inside me felt different.I placed my hand on my stomach without even thinking about it. My chest tightened the way it always did now. Some mornings I still wished I would wake up and find that none of this was real — that the hospital, the doctor, my mother’s voice, the wedding talks, everything, had just been a nightmare.But when I turned my head and saw my phone on the bedside table, I knew it was real.There was a soft knock on the door.“Lina?” Clara’s voice came through gently.“Come in,” I said.She pushed the door open slowly, holding a small tray with tea, bread, and eggs. She placed it beside me on the table and sat down carefully on the edge of the bed.“You didn’t come down last night,” she said quiet

POV: LinaI sat on my bed for a long time after Daniel’s message came in.My phone was still in my hand, the screen glowing softly in the dark room. The words We need to talk. Tonight kept replaying in my head like a drumbeat I could not stop.My chest felt tight. My breathing felt shallow. My thoughts were everywhere at once.Downstairs, I could still hear faint voices — plates clinking in the kitchen, someone moving across the living room floor, the low hum of the television. Life was going on, but mine felt frozen in place.I looked at the door, half-expecting someone to knock again. Clara. My mother. Ethan. Even Maya.But no one came.I finally stood up slowly and walked to the mirror. I barely recognized myself. My eyes were red from crying, my face pale, my shoulders slumped like I had been carrying something far heavier than my body could handle.I rested my hand on my stomach again.“Please don’t hate me,” I whispered softly, not sure who I was talking to — the baby, myself, o

I stepped out into the garden slowly, my chest already tight before I even saw Daniel properly. The night air was cool, but instead of calming me, it made me more restless. I could still hear low voices inside the house — plates in the kitchen, someone moving around, life going on like nothing was about to explode. But my life did not feel calm at all. Daniel was standing by the back gate where we met before. His back was straight, his hands in his pockets, and his face serious like a man carrying too many thoughts at once. Behind me, I knew Maya was still there. I did not need to look back to feel her presence. I could almost sense her eyes following every step I took. I stopped a short distance from Daniel, not too close, not too far. He turned immediately when he noticed me. “You came,” he said quietly. I nodded. “You said you would come inside if I didn’t.” He exhaled slowly. “I didn’t want to put you in more trouble.” I let out a small, tired laugh. “There is already tro

I took a shaky breath, letting the words hover on my lips.“I… I need to tell you something,” I whispered, barely above the sound of my own heartbeat.The garden was quiet, but it was not peaceful. Daniel’s gaze never left me, steady and urgent. Maya’s eyes were sharp, unreadable, but there was an edge of warning in them. My mother’s glare burned like fire, and Clara’s face was pale, a mixture of worry and confusion.I swallowed hard. “The… the baby… it’s Daniel’s.”Silence hit us like a wave. Even the wind seemed to stop.My mother’s eyes widened, her hand freezing mid-air as she had just lifted a teacup.“What?” she said, voice tight, controlled, dangerous.Daniel stepped forward instinctively, his jaw set, eyes locking with mine. “Lina—”“No,” I said quickly. “Let me finish.”Maya’s arms crossed over her chest, but she didn’t interrupt. She simply waited, as if to see how this would all unfold.I took another breath, forcing myself to keep the words steady. “I didn’t plan it. I did

The morning after everything broke felt strangely calm.Not peaceful — just quiet in a heavy way, like the air was holding its breath.I woke up before anyone else. The sky outside my window was pale, almost gray, and the house was still. No voices. No rushing footsteps. No clinking plates.Just silence.For a long moment, I lay there staring at the ceiling, my hand resting softly on my stomach. My mind replayed everything from the night before — Ethan walking out, my mother’s cold words, Daniel standing firm, Maya watching everything like a judge in a courtroom.My chest tightened.But beneath the fear, there was something else I had not felt in weeks: clarity.The lie was out.Messy, painful, public — but out.I sat up slowly, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. My body felt tired, but my mind was more awake than it had been in a long time.I showered carefully, letting warm water wash over me. When I looked at myself in the mirror afterward, I barely recognized the girl star