All Chapters of Abandoned Your Pregnant Luna? Biggest Mistake, Alpha!: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Kennedy flinched at the raw aggression in his tone. Her hands tightened on the wheel, her knuckles white. "Just focus on the road, Tyler," she said, her voice barely a whisper, strained with effort. "You don't want to be late for your grandmother's check-up. She's already waiting."The mention of his grandmother seemed to snap something in him, but not in the way she'd hoped. Instead of calming, a fresh wave of frustration seemed to wash over him. Without a word, he slammed his foot on the accelerator. The powerful car surged forward, pinning Kennedy back against the seat. The sudden, reckless speed was a physical manifestation of his inner turmoil, a dangerous release of his anger.Tears, hot and stinging, welled in Kennedy's eyes. She bit her lip hard, trying to hold them back, but the injustice of it all, the way he twisted her words, the blatant disregard for her safety, for their safety, was too much. A single tear escaped, tracing a hot path down her cheek, followed by another, a

The doorbell rang, a sharp, insistent sound that cut through the tense silence in Brenda's lavish living room. Eliana, still fuming from Tyler's hang-up, practically leaped to answer it, ready to send away whoever dared interrupt their plotting."Who is it now?" Eliana muttered, yanking the door open. Her eyes widened, then narrowed in disgust. "You! What are you doing here?"Standing on the doorstep, a large duffel bag slung over his shoulder, was Ryan. His eyes, usually bright and eager, were dark with concern as he pushed past Eliana, ignoring her completely."Brenda! Are you okay? I heard... I heard you were hurt!" He rushed into the living room, his gaze sweeping frantically until it landed on Brenda, who was strategically positioned on the sofa, a delicate bandage on her forehead.Brenda, seeing Ryan, immediately put on her best damsel-in-distress act. Her eyes welled up, and she reached out a trembling hand. "Ryan! Oh, thank goodness you're here!" She pulled him into a hug, a li

Tyler's grip on Kennedy loosened, but his eyes were still locked on hers, trying to read her, trying to see if she was playing him. The raw emotion in her voice, that genuine worry for his grandma, it actually cut through his anger. Just for a second. He took a deep, shaky breath, the familiar scent of her hair, still so her, filling his head."After the surgery," he finally said, his voice a low, rough rumble, "can we talk? Properly? No more yelling. Just... talk." He needed to know. He needed to understand.Kennedy nodded, almost too fast, a wave of pure relief washing over her face. "Yes. Yes, Tyler. Of course. After the surgery." The urgency in her agreement, that quick, almost desperate nod, it actually surprised him. It was a tiny crack in her usual cool.She has to be cooperative if she can wants her plan to work, she needs to leave before she started showing and thankbgoodnews grandma can have her surgery now, nothing is going to be holding her back. “We need to make sure nothi

The words died in her throat. Standing there, a smirk playing on his lips, was Ryan. His eyes, usually just eager, now held a cold, calculating glint she'd never seen before. He wasn't just clumsy; he'd done it on purpose."Oh, my bad," he drawled, his voice dripping with fake apology, but his eyes were mocking. He didn't even bother to offer a hand. He just stood there, watching her, a cruel satisfaction in his gaze. "Didn't see you there, Kennedy. So busy thinking about... what? Your next scheme?"Kennedy stared at him, utterly stunned. Ryan? What was he doing here? And why was he looking at her like that? The ruined cake, the sudden aggression, it all clicked. This wasn't an accident."Ryan, what the hell?" she finally managed, her voice trembling slightly, a mix of confusion and rising fury. "You did that on purpose! What's wrong with you?" She looked down at the smashed cake, a wave of disappointment washing over her. It was such a small thing, but in that moment, it felt like ano

Tyler, still basking in his hopeful delusion, led Kennedy down to the executive garage. He was already picturing the quiet drive, the chance to talk, to bridge the chasm that had grown between them. Just as they reached his sleek black sedan, his phone buzzed. Brenda. He glanced at the screen, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face, but then he remembered his grandmother.Kennedy, seeing the caller ID, immediately took a step back, giving him space. Her expression was neutral, almost detached. She knew Brenda would call. She knew Brenda would try to insert herself.Tyler answered, his voice carefully composed. "Brenda.""Tyler, darling! Oh, I've been so worried!" Brenda's voice, syrupy sweet and laced with feigned concern, poured through the speaker. "How is your grandmother? I've been thinking about her constantly. I just feel so helpless. I was hoping... I could come to the hospital during the surgery? Just to be there for you, for your family. I know how much you must be going thr