All Chapters of Exposed At The Altar: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Lina’s POV I sat on the edge of the bed, my hair falling into my face as I stared at the floor. The sunlight streaming through the curtains didn’t warm me, it just highlighted every shadow I didn’t want to see. I could hear the faint clink of dishes from the kitchen—Daniel was already moving, starting his day without needing to announce it. That was his way. Silent presence, steady, reliable. And I hated myself a little for needing that, because it reminded me of everything I had lost, everything I had tried to survive. I shifted on the bed and ran a hand along the blanket. My fingers lingered, tracing invisible patterns. I wanted to tell myself I was okay. I wanted to believe it. But deep down, the unease from yesterday hadn’t left. It had settled in, like a quiet guest that refused to leave. I thought about my body, the emptiness where once there had been a life I’d carried. The memory wasn’t sharp. It was soft, distant, almost like it had happened to someone else. But the in

Lina’s POV It started as something small. So small I almost ignored it. That morning felt normal in every way it was supposed to. The house was quiet, the kind of quiet that came after days of tension finally settling into something manageable. Not perfect, not healed—but calmer. And for once, I wasn’t waking up with that heavy weight pressing down on my chest. At least… not emotionally. Physically, though, something felt off. I noticed it when I sat up. It wasn’t pain. It wasn’t sharp or alarming. Just a strange, unfamiliar heaviness low in my stomach. Subtle, but enough to make me pause. I stayed still for a moment, my hand instinctively pressing against the spot as if I could figure it out just by touching it. “Probably nothing,” I muttered to myself. It had to be. After everything that had happened, my body was bound to feel different. Stress alone could do that. The hospital visits, the emotional strain, the lack of proper rest… it all added up. That’s what I told m

Lina’s POV The night before the test felt longer than it should have. Not because anything serious happened. But because nothing did. And somehow, that silence was worse. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling again, my mind refusing to settle. Every time I tried to think about something else, it circled right back to the same place. The same thought I had been pushing away for days now, growing louder each time I ignored it. The test. The possibility. What if. I turned slightly on the bed, pulling the blanket closer to my chest, trying to calm myself down. But my body didn’t feel calm. It felt alert, like it was waiting for something too. That same awareness was still there. Not as strong as before, but enough to remind me it hadn’t gone anywhere. I sighed softly and closed my eyes. “Just sleep,” I whispered to myself. But sleep didn’t come easily. At some point, I heard movement outside my room. Soft footsteps. Then silence. Then again. Daniel. I didn’t need to see

Lina POVI didn’t cry immediately.That was the strangest part.I thought I would.I thought the moment we got back home, the moment I was alone, everything would crash down at once. That I would break, completely and loudly, the way people do when something too big finally hits them.But it didn’t happen like that.Instead, I just lay there.On my bed.Staring at the ceiling.Exactly the same way I had been doing before all of this started.Only now…Everything felt different.The room hadn’t changed.The walls were still the same.The air was the same.Even the place was quiet just the same.But I wasn’t.My hand rested on my stomach again.Because now…It meant something.I swallowed slowly, my throat dry.“So you’re still there…” I whispered.The words came out softer than I expected.Almost fragile.Saying it out loud made it feel more real than anything else had.More than the nurse’s voice, even more than the result.More than the silence in that room.Because this…This was me

Lina’s POV By the time I came downstairs, Maya was already sitting in the living room, her laptop open, her attention fixed on the screen like she hadn’t moved since the last time I saw her. Clara was beside her, quieter, just watching without interrupting. Daniel stood by the window, his back partially turned, definitely looked like he had been thinking too much.They all looked up the moment I entered.That alone told me something.They were waiting.“I want to go back,” I said.Clara frowned slightly. “Back where?”“The hospital,” I replied. “Or another one. I don’t care. I just need… a proper explanation. Not guesses. Not assumptions. Everything.”Maya closed her laptop slowly, like she had been expecting that answer.“Good,” she said simply.Daniel turned fully now, studying my face carefully.“You’re sure?” he asked.I nodded.“Yes.”There was no fear in my voice this time.Trust me i was scared,But I was done avoiding it.“Then we go,” he said.Just like that.No argument.Cl