Alle Kapitel von Exposed At The Altar: Kapitel 81 – Kapitel 85

POV: LinaThe next morning, Lina knew something was wrong before she even fully got out of bed.At first, she ignored it.Not because she didn’t care, but because pregnancy had already changed so many little things in her body that she’d stopped reacting to every discomfort immediately. Some mornings she felt tired. Some days her back hurt. Sometimes she woke up dizzy or uncomfortable for no reason.So when she opened her eyes and felt the dull ache low in her stomach, she stayed still for a second and tried to convince herself it was nothing serious.Maybe she slept badly.Maybe she moved too quickly yesterday.Maybe she was overthinking.But when she finally sat up slowly, the pain tightened again.Not unbearable.Just enough to make her pause.She frowned slightly and rested her hand against her stomach automatically.“Okay…” she muttered quietly to herself.The apartment was silent around her. Too early for anyone to be calling yet. Even Maya usually waited until after seven befor

I woke up feeling uncomfortable.Not sick exactly.Just… off.I stayed still for a few seconds, staring at the ceiling while one hand rested over my stomach automatically. The apartment was quiet except for the faint sound of movement somewhere outside the bedroom.Daniel.Probably already awake.He had been waking up earlier than me lately, mostly because he kept checking on me during the night whenever I shifted too much or looked uncomfortable.At first it annoyed me.Now I was too tired to argue about it anymore.I pushed myself up slowly from the bed, wincing slightly when a dull ache pulled through my lower back.“Great,” I muttered.The ache wasn’t sharp.Just heavy.I stood carefully and walked toward the bathroom, splashing water against my face before staring at myself in the mirror.I looked exhausted.My hair was a mess, my eyes still swollen from sleep, and the oversized shirt I wore barely hid how much my body had changed these past months.The pregnancy was becoming imp

POV: Lina The couch was still where it always was. The kitchen still looked slightly too small whenever more than one person stood inside it. My blanket was still folded badly over the chair because I never folded anything properly. But somehow… everything still felt new. Daniel carried the baby carrier inside first while I followed slowly behind him. “Careful,” he said immediately when I moved too fast. I looked at him tiredly. “If you say careful one more time, I’m going back to the hospital.” “You complained about the hospital every day.” “And I’ll do it again.” That tiny smile appeared on his face again. The one I saw more often lately. Softer than before. Less guarded. He set the carrier down carefully near the couch before turning back toward me immediately. “You okay?” “I’m fine.” “You’re lying.” “I’m surviving.” “That’s closer.” I rolled my eyes and lowered myself carefully onto the couch. My body still hurt. Not sharply anymore. Ju