THE PREGNANT GIRL AND THE RUTHLESS HEIR のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

GesareThe room felt too big which was strange, because it wasn’t even that large, not compared to the rest of the house, but somehow, sitting there alone on the bed, it felt like the walls had stretched farther away from me. Like everything had pulled back, leaving me in the center of something hollow.I sat at the edge of the bed, my hands resting in my lap, staring down at nothing.Kumba’s words echoed in my head, over and over again.'You are homeless, only nineteen. You should be thinking about your future not a baby.' I swallowed hard, my throat tightening.He hadn’t said it cruelly. That was the worst part, he had said it honestly.And I didn’t know what hurt more, the truth in his words, or the fact that a part of me agreed with him.My fingers curled slightly against my thighs as I exhaled slowly.I shifted back on the bed, pulling my legs up carefully, wincing slightly as my injured leg protested. The pain grounded me, reminded me of where I was.Who I was, a girl with not

GesareHospitals smell all the same.I don’t know why that thought is the one stuck in my head as I sit there, my fingers tightly wrapped around the strap of my small bag.They always smell like Antiseptic and are always cold. Too clean in a way that doesn’t feel comforting, Just empty.I shift slightly in the chair, trying to get comfortable, but my leg protests immediately. A dull ache spreads upward, reminding me that I shouldn’t even be here alone, But I am.Because that’s how it’s always been, just me.Dr. Valentina had met me at the entrance when I arrived. She didn’t ask too many questions, didn’t push, she just gave me one of those careful, professional looks before telling me to sit in the waiting area.“We will call you in shortly, Gesare.”I glance at the clock on the wall, It’s only been ten minutes yet It feels like hours.My fingers tighten slightly around the bag as my eyes drift around the room.That’s when I notice it, everyone has someone.A girl across from me is h

Gesare"If you want children, this is your only chance." The words don’t echo in my earsThey cling to me like something heavy and suffocating, wrapping around my chest, settling deep into my bones, I hear them over and over again, like an echo that refuses to fade.For a long moment, no one speaks.The room feels too small all of a sudden, like the walls are closing in, like the air has thinned and I have to fight just to breathe.I stare at Dr. Valentina, but I’m not sure I’m really seeing her.Ovarian cancer.The words don’t belong to me a nineteen year old woman with my whole life ahead of me, they belong to someone else. Someone older. Someone who has lived a full life, experienced things, fallen in love, gotten their heart broken, lost their virginity, definitely not me.I let out a shaky laugh.“You are joking,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. “Right?”No one laughs.Dr. Valentina’s expression doesn’t change.And that’s when it hits me, this is real.My stomach twists vi

Kumba.From the moment I saw her, my blood was already boiling, I had been avoiding her for a reason, I didn't want to talk to her and yet there she was, in my house smiling like she hadn't betrayed me. I could feel my jaw tightening as I walked towards her, my steps long and deliberate. “What the hell are you doing here Moraa?” I asked, my voice sharp enough to make the security guards flinch.Moraa tilted her head slightly, a small smirk tugging at her lips, and even in that infuriatingly calm way of hers, she had the nerve to reach out and touch my arm. The gesture, casual as it seemed, sent a spark of something unwanted through me.“You have never asked me my side of the story Kumba ,” she said softly, almost seductively, her fingers lingering. “You know me, Kumba, you were going to marry me, I would never betray you like that, not if I wasn’t backed into a corner, it's time we talked.”I froze slightly, hearing her words, trying to suppress the storm of anger and frustration ragi

Kumba“I need to know who the father is.” her words echo in my mind. It’s like the air gets sucked out of the room and suddenly I can't breathe or move. This was always coming, I knew it was. From the moment I saw her name on that file, from the moment I realized she the one carrying my child. But I didn't think it will be this soon especially moments after she had decided to keep the baby. I glance at Dr. Valentina and she is already looking at me, and in that single look, everything is said.Gesare’s voice cuts through the silence again, steadier this time, stronger.“I deserve to know who the other half responsible for my baby's DNA is. ” My jaw tightens Dr. Valentina clears her throat, stepping forward slightly, her tone carefully neutral.“Gesare,” she says gently, “let’s focus on your condition first, we can discuss the identity and particulars of the father once you are stable.” it's smooth and professional how she says it but I know she is trying to deflect. And judging by