Semua Bab THE PREGNANT VIRGIN AND THE RUTHLESS HEIR : Bab 61 - Bab 69

Gesare.I wake up slowly, for the first time in a really long time, I had slept through the night without any nightmares. At first, it’s just a feeling of warmth, softness, the faintest trace of something lingering in the air that makes my chest feel tight in a way I can’t quite explain.Then reality begins to settle in as I look around, the unfamiliar ceiling, it's quiet. My eyes flutter open, and for a second, I don’t move. I just lie there, staring up, letting the memories of last night drift back in pieces, the kitchen, the back and forth flirtation we had going on the sexual tension all through dinner, the backyard as we lay our fingers intertwined watching the stars, his hands on my body and my breath catches slightly, and I turn my head instinctively, expecting to find his sexy body next to me, but the space beside me is empty and cold like he had been gone for a while. A small frown forms on my face as I push myself up slightly, the sheet shifting with me. “Kumba?” I call s

Diane.Something isn’t right, I can feel it I just can't explain it.It starts as a small discomfort, the kind you try to ignore because you don’t want to sound dramatic, even to yourself. But as the minutes stretch into hours, that feeling doesn’t fade, It grows.By mid morning, I am pacing around my living room, my phone clutched tightly in my hand.Gesare should have been back by now.She told me she was spending the night at Kumba’s house. I didn’t question it, I knew she was fine but today morning I realized she had forgotten her phone here, and my son has been sending me straight to voice mail all morning. Kumba's son was a few houses down from mine but I also don't want to pop up on them Unnannounced but Kumba knew she was supposed to take her vitamins at exactly ten am and yet he had not brought her back. “She wouldn’t forget herself, she knows she is not supposed to miss even a day,” I murmur to myself, shaking my head. “Not her.”I try calling my son Kumba again and lucki

Diane. The hospital corridor feels too bright.I sit there, but I don’t feel like I’m sitting. My body is still, but everything inside me is pacing, spiraling, refusing to settle.The smell of antiseptic clings to the air, sharp and cold, and every now and then a nurse passes by, their footsteps echoing in a way that makes the silence feel even heavier.Beside me is my sonKumba, he is restless.He hasn’t sat down properly since we got here. Even now, he is half standing and half leaning against the wall, his hands running through his hair over and over again like he’s trying to undo something that’s already been done and I watch him for a moment. Then the frustration rises again.“You left her alone,” I say, my voice low but sharp enough to cut through the silence.He stills slightly.“Mom”“You left her Kumba ,” I repeat, louder this time, the words fueled by fear more than anger, but they come out harsh anyway. “Alone in your house in her condition.”His jaw tightens.“I told you I

KumbaThe nurse’s voice cuts through everything.“She is awake.”For a second, I don’t move, I just stare at her like I didn’t hear her properly, like my brain needs a second to catch up with what she just said. Then it hits.“She’s awake?” I repeat, already standing.The nurse nods with a small, reassuring smile. “You can go in.”That’s all I need.I don’t even realize how fast I’m moving until I’m already at the door, my hand on the handle, my chest tightening in a way that has nothing to do with fear this time.Relief and nervousness.Something else I can’t quite name.I push the door open slowly and there she is, Gesare.Lying in the hospital bed, pale but alive and awake.Her eyes shift toward the door, landing on me, and for a moment, everything else fades out.The machines, the hospital smell, the tension and all of it disappears.Because she’s here, and she is looking at me.“Hey” I say softly, stepping inside, my voice not quite steady yet.Her lips curve slightly, faint but

Kumba The restaurant is quieter than I expected, there is soft lighting and low music. The kind of place where conversations stay private, where nothing feels rushed, it's perfect, too perfect for the occasion.I needed somewhere quiet where me and Moraa could have a private chat without any distractions and this was perfect. I sit there for a few minutes before she arrives, my fingers loosely wrapped around a glass of water I haven’t touched. From the outside, I probably look calm. Collected. Like this is just another dinner, but it's not really another dinner, nothing about this feels normal.Every word Gesare said is still replaying in my head, word by word as she explained everything that happened to her, everything that Moraa did to her. She pushed me, I don’t know what I’m walking into tonight.But I know one thing, not walking in blind, I hear her before I see her.“Kumba?” I look up and there she is.Moraa smiling, her smile is warm, soft and familiar like nothing happened