บททั้งหมดของ Losing My Voice, I Got Pregnant by the Wrong Man: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

{Alora’s POV}The kitchen fell quiet when we walked in.Not completely though. The low hum of activity remained— cutlery, movement, the faint sound of something simmering, but it shifted. Heads turned, conversations dipped, and attention gathered without being obvious about it.Morningstar didn’t acknowledge any of it.He walked in like he belonged there. Like he understood the space without needing to prove it.I followed.Ingredients were already being arranged on the counter. Pasta. Fresh herbs. Butter. Cream. The basics— and then some.I watched him as he got to his axis. He didn’t hesitate.He reached for what he needed without asking. Measured without checking. And moved like this wasn’t new to him, like this wasn’t a performance.That… surprised me.“Well,” Sebastian announced from behind us, clapping his hands together. “As the official referee of this historic event—”“You appointed yourself,” Morningstar said without looking at him.“I was clearly the most qualified,” Sebast

{Alora’s POV}“A beautiful woman like you shouldn’t be stressing over getting a cab,” The words played once again in my head and a second later, I snapped out of the haze and took a step back. I typed then.“I need you to know that I’m married.”He read and raised an eyebrow. “I don’t see a ring.” He said and I looked at my finger just as he did.I froze… and didn’t know why.I knew I didn’t have a ring anymore and was divorced but now, I was confused because there was a sense that made things seem like I was—“I need to go. Please.” I typed quickly now and showed him.He smiled gently and then he nodded once.“Alright.”I gave a small nod in return and stepped past him.The space between us closed, then widened again as I walked away.I didn’t look back.**The cab ride was quiet.I leaned back against the seat, my head resting lightly as the city moved past the window. The moment from earlier stayed with me longer than I expected.Not because of him. But because of what I had said

{Alora’s POV}I woke up earlier than usual.Not because I had somewhere urgent to be, but because I couldn’t stay still any longer. The thought had been sitting in my chest since the night before, quiet but persistent, and now it refused to let me rest.Today.I pushed the covers aside and sat up slowly. My body still felt a little off— lighter in some places, heavier in others. The fever hadn’t completely gone, but it had softened, like it was retreating instead of fighting.It was manageable, and that was enough.I stood and got ready without wasting time. My movements were slower than usual, but I was definitely conscious. I chose something simple, something comfortable, and when I was done, I paused for a second in front of the mirror.There was no need to overthink it.This wasn’t about appearances.It was about him. My son. I picked up my phone and stepped out of the room.The mansion was already awake. Staff moved quietly through the halls, the usual rhythm of the house alread

{Alora’s POV}It was a new day and woke up earlier than usual.The light in the room was softer, quieter, and for a moment I remained in bed, staring at the ceiling as the stillness settled around me. It took me a second to remember what day it was.Saturday.There was no structured movement through the mansion. Just space.I sat up slowly, letting the calm stretch a little longer before I got out of bed. As I got ready, a thought crossed my mind briefly— if Morningstar was going out today, I would have to pick his outfit. The deal was still active. It had only been a few days.But I didn’t know if he was even in.I stepped out of my room and made my way downstairs.The house felt different. It was quiet in a way that meant things hadn’t started yet. The staff moved less frequently, the usual rhythm of preparation not fully in motion.I reached the main hall, then slowed slightly. The air was too quiet and that was when it clicked.I had woken up earlier than the house so there was no

{Alora’s POV}I had been awake for a while before I stepped out of my room.It wasn’t restlessness that kept me up, but something quieter—an awareness of the day ahead and the routine that had already begun to form between us. It was no longer unfamiliar. Not new. Just… something that existed now, whether either of us acknowledged it or not.By the time I reached his door, I didn’t hesitate.I pushed it open and stepped inside.Morningstar was already awake.He stood near the wardrobe, his shirt halfway buttoned, adjusting the cuff with the same measured precision he applied to everything. His movements were controlled, unhurried, as if nothing in his world ever required urgency.His gaze lifted briefly when I entered.Not questioning. Not surprised.Just aware.That was enough.I didn’t say anything. I didn’t need to.I walked past him and went straight to the wardrobe, pulling it open like I had done before, like this was already part of my place in this space.Behind me, I could fe