Todos los capítulos de Losing My Voice, I Got Pregnant by the Wrong Man: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

{Alora’s POV}By the time we arrived at the Meridian Tower, the morning had already settled into its usual rhythm, but something about it felt slightly altered.Not in a way that announced itself, and not in a way that demanded attention, but in the small pauses that revealed themselves if one chose to notice.I noticed.As we stepped inside, the shift began almost immediately.People didn’t stop walking. Conversations didn’t fully break. Everything continued as it should have—but not quite the same. There were glances that lingered longer than necessary, brief hesitations in movement, and the subtle way attention gathered before being redirected.It wasn’t unfamiliar.What was different was the reason behind it.I let my gaze move quietly across the space as we walked, observing without drawing attention to it. A man near the reception desk looked up, then looked again, his eyes narrowing slightly as if trying to confirm something. Two women passing by slowed their conversation just

{Alora’s POV}The discomfort was sharper today.It didn’t announce itself immediately. It settled in slowly, the kind that made itself known only when I tried to use my hand the way I had been managing to before.I noticed it when I reached for my phone.The movement felt familiar—routine, expected—but the moment my fingers tried to close around it, there was a slight hesitation. Not from me.From my hand.A faint tremor followed, subtle enough that it could have been ignored if I hadn’t already been paying attention to it.I adjusted my grip.Tried again.This time slower.The phone lifted, but not steadily. My fingers tightened instinctively, compensating for the weakness, and that only made the tension worse. The pressure built in the wrong places, uneven and uncomfortable.I paused.Then continued anyway.There wasn’t much else to do.The bandages had already been limiting enough these past days, and I had learned to move around them, to work with what I had instead of waiting for

{Alora’s POV}Morningstar truly didn’t stop. He actually left. That was the first thing that stayed with me.Not what he said. Not how he said it.Just that he didn’t stop.He walked past me like the conversation had already ended before I even had the chance to be part of it.And just like that, it did.I was still standing there when the sound of his footsteps faded out of the room. My hand was still slightly raised, fingers halfway through something I hadn’t finished.I didn’t lower it immediately.For a second, I just stood there, like maybe there was something else that was supposed to follow. Another word. A correction. Anything.Nothing came.Of course nothing came.I exhaled quietly and let my hand fall back to my side.It felt slower than it should have been. Not because I was dragging it out, but because the moment had already moved on without me.I hadn’t caught up.Or maybe I hadn’t been given the chance to.I stayed there a little longer than I needed to. Just long enoug

{Alora’s POV}It didn’t stop at that moment.If it had, maybe I could have left it alone. Maybe I could have treated it as something isolated, something that didn’t need to stretch beyond what it was. But it didn’t stay contained like that. It carried into everything else, settling into the spaces between actions, into the pauses that used to exist and no longer did.I noticed it in the morning first.Nothing obvious happened. That was what made it clearer. He moved through his routine the same way he always did— precise, efficient, without hesitation, but there was no space left open anywhere in it. No delay. No point where anything could be adjusted. It was complete before I even came close to it.I didn’t step in.Not because I couldn’t, but because there was nothing to step into.I stayed where I was, watching from a distance I hadn’t consciously chosen. It was just there, already set, already maintained. He didn’t look for me, and that was new in a way that wasn’t obvious unless

{Alora’s POV}I woke up earlier than I needed to.Not because I had somewhere urgent to be, and not because I couldn’t sleep. It just happened that way, like my body had already decided before I caught up to it.For a moment, I stayed where I was, staring at the ceiling without really thinking about anything. The room was quiet, the kind of quiet that settles before the rest of the house begins to move.It felt… steady.Not heavy.Not empty.Just steady.I sat up after a while and pushed the covers aside, letting my feet touch the floor. The cool surface grounded me in a way that made everything else feel a little clearer, a little more placed.There wasn’t anything to reconsider.I already knew what I was doing.**Getting dressed took longer than it should have.It wasn’t anything complicated. Just a simple outfit, something easy to move in, something that wouldn’t draw attention. But my hands slowed everything down in ways I couldn’t ignore.The first button slipped twice before I