All Chapters of THE PREGNANT GIRL AND THE RUTHLESS HEIR : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

GesareHospitals had a smell, a smell I had come to know far too well full of antiseptic and sometimes smelt like coffee that had been sitting too long.It also smelt like fear, It was strange how fear could have a scent.It lingered in waiting rooms, clung to walls, settled into the faces of strangers pretending they weren't terrified.I tightened my grip around the paper cup of coffee in my hands as I stepped through the oncology wing.My heart hammered so loudly I could hear it in my ears.I almost turned around, Part of me wanted to.Part of me wanted to run back to the car and pretend none of this was happening.Because if I walked any farther, I couldn't keep pretending my life hadn't changed but this is where I needed to be, he needed me and I was going to be there for him. I rounded the corner and there he was.He was sitting alone in one of the blue waiting room chairs, elbows resting on his knees, absentmindedly turning his wedding band around his finger.He looked smaller

Diane"Kumba"The moment he looked at me, he collapsed. He didn't throw himself into my arms, he simply fell like whatever had been holding him together had finally given up.I dropped to my knees beside him, pulling him close without a second thought.His entire body was ice cold. He was shaking so violently his teeth chattered."Kumba."He didn't seem to hear me.His eyes were fixed on something I couldn't see, something only he could."I" His voice came out as little more than a whisper."I just left her there mom."A fresh sob tore through him. "I just drove away"He buried his face in his bloody hands."I left her mom."My heart clenched."Kumba, look at me."He shook his head frantically."I didn't even check." His breathing became ragged again, "I didn't even check if she was breathing.""Oh, sweetheart""I just drove away mom."His words dissolved into broken cries."I drove away."I wrapped both arms around him, holding him as tightly as I could."It was an accident, I should

KumbaI never knew a room could be this quiet, not after everything we had been through.Hours ago, it had been filled with alarms, hurried footsteps, desperate voices, and prayers whispered under my breath. I had never been more terrified in my life.Now the only sound was the soft, rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor and the tiny little sigh coming from the bundle sleeping peacefully in my arms.My daughter, I still couldn't believe it.I looked down at her again, and my chest tightened in a way I couldn't explain.She was so impossibly small.A tiny pink hat covered the wisps of dark hair on her head, and her little face was scrunched up as she slept against my chest. One of her hands had escaped the blanket, her fingers no bigger than the tip of my thumb.I carefully offered her my finger.Without opening her eyes, she wrapped her tiny fist around it and my heart stopped."Oh"A laugh escaped me before I could stop it."So you are already stronger than me huh."She squeezed me a

GesareThe first thing I heard was the ocean, the gentle waves rolled against the shore, their rhythmic melody drifting through the open balcony doors. A warm breeze slipped into the room, carrying the scent of salt and tropical flowers with it.For a long moment, I simply lay there with my eyes closed, smiling, then I felt it.A pair of strong arms wrapped securely around my waist, of course it was Kumba, I smiled even wider.Carefully, so I wouldn't wake him, I turned in his embrace.The morning sunlight spilled across his face, softening every sharp line I had once found intimidating, he looked peaceful which was a rare thing to see. I had grown used to seeing him restless in his sleep, some nights he would toss from one side of the bed to the other and other nights he would wake up breathing heavily before convincing me he was "fine."Sometimes he would mumble words I could never quite make out.There had even been nights when I had reached for him, only to find his side of the b

GesareBy the time we got home, the afternoon sun had begun to sink behind the trees.Neither of us spoke much during the drive from the hospital. There wasn't anything left to say.The silence between us wasn't empty anymore.It was simply tired.The kind of silence shared by two people carrying more than either of them knew how to put into words.As soon as we walked through the front door, I heard the familiar sound of tiny giggles."There she is!"Diane, who had offered to watch Lola while we were at the hospital, smiled as our daughter kicked excitedly in her baby seat.The smile on Diane's face faded the moment she looked at Kumba, she saw it immediately.The exhaustion and the pale complexion.The way he forced himself to stand a little straighter than he really could."How did it go?" she asked softly.Kumba forced a smile."I'm still standing."His attempt at humor made my heart ache.Diane walked over and hugged him carefully."I'm proud of you."He nodded "Thanks, Mom."The