All Chapters of Serving My Husband His Own Medicine : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Hannah's POV. I walked into the courtroom and every single person turned to look at me. My leg was still in the cast, so I moved slow with the crutches, but I kept my head high. The room was packed. Reporters in the back rows. Daniel’s old colleagues sitting stiff in their suits. A few of Grace’s family members glaring at me like I was the one who ruined everything.I didn’t look at any of them for long. My eyes went straight to the witness stand.Daniel sat at the defense table. He looked smaller than I remembered. His expensive suit hung loose on him now. His face was pale and his eyes had dark circles underneath. When he saw me, something ugly flashed across his face for half a second before he smoothed it out into that fake, hurt-husband look he used to give people.I took the stand and swore to tell the truth. My hands were steady on the rail even though my heart was beating hard.The prosecutor started simple. “Ms. Vance, can you tell the court what your relationship with the d

Hannah's POV.I walked into the boardroom and felt every eye in the place lock onto me. My leg still hurt from the old injury, a dull ache that reminded me of everything I had survived, but I didn’t limp. I kept my steps even and my back straight as I moved to the head of the long table. The room smelled like expensive coffee and nervous sweat. Twelve people sat around the polished wood, some shifting in their chairs, others staring at their phones like they didn’t want to meet my eyes.Alexander was on the big screen at the far end, sitting up in his hospital bed, watching everything. He gave me a small, steady nod when our eyes met. That nod said more than any words could. I’ve got you. Go get them.I didn’t sit down right away. I stood there and looked at each face, one by one. Some of them had known me as Daniel’s quiet wife. Others had only seen me in the news lately. Today they were going to see something different.“Good morning,” I said. My voice carried clear across the room.

Hannah’s POV. I woke up with a sharp pull low in my belly. Not the small kicks I had gotten used to. This felt different. Deeper. Like my body was tightening from the inside out, squeezing hard enough to take my breath away. I lay there for a second, one hand resting on my stomach, trying to breathe through it. Alexander was sleeping beside me in the hospital bed we had pushed together, his arm still draped over me like he was afraid I might disappear in the night.Another contraction hit, stronger this time. It started low and spread up, gripping tight. I sucked in a quick breath and gripped his arm.“Alex,” I whispered.He woke up instantly, eyes wide and alert. “What is it? Is it the baby?”“I think so,” I said, breathing through the pain. “It hurts more than before. A lot more.”He sat up fast, ignoring the stiffness in his own body, and reached for the call button. His face was tense, eyebrows pulled together, but his voice stayed calm. “Okay. Breathe with me. In slow. Out slow.

Hannah's POV.I stood at the hospital entrance with Emma tucked against my chest in a soft carrier, feeling my heart race faster than it should. The automatic doors slid open and closed in front of me, letting in bursts of fresh air from outside. Alexander was right beside me, one hand on my lower back, the other holding a small bag with our things. He looked stronger now, but I could still see the careful way he moved, like his body was reminding him it wasn’t fully healed yet.“You ready?” he asked, his voice low and steady.I nodded, but my fingers tightened on the carrier strap. “I keep thinking something bad is going to happen the second we step outside. Like the world has been waiting for us to let our guard down.”He turned to face me fully. His eyes were serious, but there was that soft look in them that always made my chest feel warmer. “I know. I feel it too. But we can’t stay locked in here forever. We’ve earned this. You’ve earned this.”I took a deep breath and stepped fo

Hannah's POV.I woke up feeling like my stomach was trying to turn itself inside out. The nausea hit me hard, stronger than the first time with Emma. I slipped out of bed quietly, not wanting to wake Alexander. My legs felt shaky as I walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I leaned over the sink, breathing slow, waiting for the wave to pass.It didn’t pass quickly. I splashed cold water on my face and looked at myself in the mirror. My skin was pale, my eyes tired, but there was something else there too. A feeling I knew too well.I opened the small drawer where I had hidden the pregnancy tests I bought in town two days ago. My hands shook as I took one out. I sat on the edge of the tub and waited the three minutes that felt like three hours.Two lines.Clear. Bright. Undeniable.I stared at the little plastic stick until my eyes blurred with tears. Joy hit me first, warm and bright, filling my chest so full I could barely breathe. Another baby. Our baby. Alexander’s ba