Lahat ng Kabanata ng Losing My Voice, I Got Pregnant by the Wrong Man: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

{Alora’s POV}The hand on my arm stayed where it was.Firm. Steady. Not forcing me back, but not allowing me forward either.I didn’t look at her immediately.My gaze stayed where it had been.On him.Noah hadn’t moved much. He was still facing forward, still caught in whatever was happening ahead of him, still unaware of anything behind him.Still unaware of me.“Ma’am.”The voice came again, closer this time.I turned slightly, just enough to acknowledge her without losing sight of him completely.The woman holding my arm met my gaze with the same composed expression.“We were informed about you,” she said. “You shouldn’t be here.”There was no sharpness in her tone. No irritation. Just something settled. Like this wasn’t the first time she had said it.I shifted my arm slightly, enough to free my hand, though she didn’t let go entirely. My fingers moved toward my phone, slower than they should have been, but steady enough.“I’m here for my son.”I turned the screen toward her.She

{Alora’s POV}The gate closed behind me.I didn’t turn to look at it. I felt it instead— the quiet finality of it, the way the sound settled somewhere behind me and stayed there. No one called after me. No one followed. The hands that had been holding me were gone.That should have meant something.It didn’t.I stood there for a moment longer than I needed to, not because I was deciding what to do next, but because nothing in me moved fast enough to leave immediately. The world had already continued without me. Cars passed. Voices carried. Movement didn’t slow to accommodate anything that had just happened.Then I started walking.I didn’t choose a direction. My feet moved, and I followed.The road stretched ahead in the same ordinary way it always did. A bus rolled past, its brakes releasing a low hiss. Someone crossed the street a few steps ahead of me, glancing briefly in my direction before looking away again. A vendor called out to someone across the road. The words didn’t reach

CHAPTER 64 — Carrying Silence{Alora’s POV}I didn’t remember making the decision to go in.At some point, I did.The distance between where I had stopped and the entrance closed quietly, step by step, without intention attached to it. The door opened before I reached for it. Someone had seen me approach.They always did.“Good evening.”The greeting came easily.Measured.Familiar.I nodded once.That was enough.Nothing in their expression shifted. No pause. No question. No second look that suggested anything about me required attention.I stepped inside.The house felt the same.That was the first thing I noticed.The air carried the same quiet balance it always had. The floors were untouched. The lighting fell exactly where it should. Somewhere deeper in the house, something was set down with care, the soft sound of porcelain against wood blending into everything else without standing out.Nothing had changed.It should have meant something.It didn’t.I moved forward.My steps we

{Alora's POV}Morning came without clarity.The light found its way into the room in a slow, steady wash, slipping past the curtains and settling across the walls and floor as though nothing had shifted overnight. It carried the same quiet presence it always did, gentle and undemanding, but it didn’t feel like anything that belonged to me.I opened my eyes to it without knowing when I had fallen asleep.There was no sense of rest behind it. My body felt heavier than it should have, my limbs slow to respond as I shifted slightly against the mattress. For a moment, I stayed there, staring upward, letting the ceiling come into focus in pieces rather than all at once.Nothing pressed.Nothing pulled.It was quieter than the night before, but not in a way that felt different. Just… continued.I pushed myself up slowly, the movement taking more effort than it should have. The dull ache behind my eyes had settled into something constant, no longer sharp enough to draw attention, but present

{Morningstar}By the time I stepped into the security wing, they were already assembled.The room was not small, yet it felt contained with the number of men standing inside it. Some stood with their hands behind their backs, others with their arms at their sides, all of them facing forward with the same alert posture. The moment I entered, their attention shifted completely.No one spoke.I walked past the first line and stopped where I could see all of them clearly.“Who saw her last?”The question moved through the room without resistance, but the answer did not come immediately. There was a brief exchange of glances before two men stepped forward.“I did, sir,” one of them said.The other nodded. “Same, sir.”I looked at the first one. “When?”“Two mornings ago, sir. Early. Just after sunrise.”“She was leaving?”“Yes, sir.”“Alone?”“Yes.”There was no hesitation in his answer, but there was something else missing from it. I shifted my attention to the second man.“You saw her as