Semua Bab Abandoned Your Pregnant Luna? Biggest Mistake, Alpha!: Bab 131 - Bab 140

Brenda's mind reeled. Unharmed. Kennedy was unharmed. The word echoed in her head, a terrifying, deafening clang. Unharmed meant she could talk. Unharmed meant the truth about the kidnapping, about Eliana and Ryan, about her involvement, could come spilling out. Her carefully constructed world, where she was the victim, the one Tyler would eventually come back to, was shattering around her. The tears now were real, hot and stinging, fueled by a potent cocktail of shock, jealousy, and genuine terror at the implications of being exposed."Tyler... I... I don't know," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper, her eyes darting around the room, desperate for an escape. "I swear, I don't know where they are. Eliana... she just said she was going to 'take care of things.' She didn't tell me how. And Ryan... he just follows her. I didn't know it would be... this." Her eyes pleaded with him, searching for any sign of the old Tyler, the one who would comfort her, believe her. But there was noth

The hospital room felt heavy with the unspoken tension between Tyler and Vincent. Tyler had just carried Kennedy out, leaving Vincent alone for a moment. When Tyler returned, his jaw was set, his eyes narrowed."You think you're clever, don't you, Vincent?" Tyler's voice was low, dangerous. "Trying to stake your claim, playing the hero."Vincent merely raised an eyebrow, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. "I'm simply stating facts, Tyler. You have a history with Brenda. A very public, very complicated history. And now, her name is being thrown around in connection with Kennedy's kidnapping.It doesn't look good for you, does it?" He paused, letting the words sink in. "As for me, I was here. I was the one by Kennedy's side when she needed someone. I'm the one who will ensure justice is served, regardless of who is involved." He took a step closer, his gaze unwavering. "You're tied to Brenda, Tyler. I'm tied to Kennedy. The distinction is quite clear, wouldn't you s

Tyler stood at the doorway, his hand still on the knob, his gaze finally meeting hers, raw and vulnerable. "Because you're my wife, Kennedy," he said, his voice low, husky. "And I almost lost you." The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken regret and a desperate plea.Kennedy stared at him, the sheer weight of his confession hitting her. My wife. The title felt foreign, yet strangely familiar, after everything. A sharp, unexpected pain lanced through Tyler's chest, a physical manifestation of the emotional turmoil churning inside him. It was the fear, the guilt, the sudden, stark reality of how close he'd come to losing her, combined with her earlier mention of divorce. It felt like a fist clenching around his heart. He winced, a subtle tremor running through him.Kennedy saw it. Her eyes, still tired but sharp, immediately picked up on his discomfort. "Tyler? Are you okay?" Her voice was laced with genuine concern, a reflex born from years of shared history, despite their fractur

“I truly don’t believe there’s a need for this stressful ordeal. I am fine, the test can wait.” She tried to speak up for herself.The old madam was having none of it. “The doctor has already been informed about it. When he schedules a date, I will let you know.”Kennedy exhaled a deep breath as she briskly held onto the card in her hands. The gift had suddenly felt like a huge burden.“A test was carried out right before the wedding. You confirmed I was healthy.” She spoke,Her mother-in-law’s eyes squeezed. “Is there a reason you don’t want this test? Are you hiding something from me?”She immediately shook her head. “No, mother. I was just surprised about this impromptu decision.”“It was not impromptu,” The old woman explained, “giving the recent occurrences in the family, I need to ascertain that you are fit to bear children for my son. I equally need to know that you are healthy and won’t slump on me someday. You are my daughter, it is my duty to ensure you are safe and sound.”K

Joan watched the two women directly opposite her. Her nose scrunched up as she noticed the old woman took Kennedy’s arm in hers.“Good morning, Joan.” The old woman spoke first.She immediately fixed her face. “Good morning, ma’am.” She greeted, as she took a step forward.Her senses told her to maintain a safe distance between her and the old woman.“How are you?”“I have had better days,” she answered as she quickly looked away.Her mind raced as she created excuses in her head that she would use to avoid the impending conversation.Her daughter, Deborah, was still at the gynecologist’s office awaiting her.“All will be well.” The old woman answered.It took a moment for Joan to realize she was equally meant to ask about the woman. “How’s your health now?” She asked.“I’ve had better days.” The woman responded with a grin smile.She scratched the nape of her neck.It would have been a pleasure to have a heartfelt discussion with the bitch of a woman, but the old woman held onto her a