All Chapters of An Almost Honest Affair : Chapter 61 - Chapter 68

The sky was gray the kind of gray that felt intentional, like the world itself had chosen to mourn.Mia stood beneath a black umbrella, her fingers numb around the handle, her belly heavy beneath her coat. The cemetery stretched out before her in neat, indifferent rows, damp earth clinging to polished shoes and hems of dark clothing.Jared Coleman’s casket rested at the front.Closed. Final.She hadn’t cried yet.Not because she didn’t want to but because something inside her had locked tight, refusing to open. As if tears would mean admitting that he was really gone. As if once she cried, she would never stop.Liam stood beside her, silent, his jaw clenched so hard a muscle jumped near his temple. He hadn’t slept. None of them had. His suit hung on him like borrowed skin.Ava was there too, standing slightly behind Mia, one hand hovering near her back like she was afraid Mia might shatter if touched too firmly.And Rose stood on the other side of Liam.Dressed in black. Head bowed. H

The first thing Mia learned about being ignored was that it didn’t happen loudly.It happened in pauses. In delayed replies. In the way Liam’s attention slid past her like water around stone.He still asked if she’d eaten. Still reminded her about appointments. Still kissed her cheek before leaving the house.But the kisses were lighter now. Distracted. Like a habit he hadn’t yet broken.Rose, on the other hand, needed him.That was the word she used.Needed.Mia heard it constantly, woven into conversation to often like a fragile thread that would snap if pulled too hard.“ I've been dizzy again lat6,” Rose would say softly. "I shouldn’t be alone right now.” “The doctor said stress could be dangerous at this stage.”And Liam .Liam responded every time.Not because he loved Rose. He loved the child though.Liam has always had a thing for children,he swore to be there for his and give them all the love and things he missed as a kid.Mia knew that much.He responded because guilt had a

Mia woke up with the strange certainty that something had already gone wrong.Not the dramatic kind. No phone vibrating, no shouting down the hall. Just a quiet heaviness in her chest, like her body had sensed the shift before her mind could catch up.She lay still for a moment, one hand resting over her stomach, feeling for the familiar reassurance of movement.There it was. A soft nudge. Then another.“Good morning,” she whispered, forcing a smile into the empty room.Liam’s side of the bed was cold.That had become normal.She got up slowly, showered, dressed, moved through the house like a guest in a place that used to belong to her. Rose was already in the kitchen when Mia walked in, sipping tea, sunlight catching the diamond at her throat.“Morning,” Rose said gently.Mia nodded. “Morning.”They existed together in polite silence now. No open hostility. No warmth either. Just careful steps around invisible landmines.Rose’s hand drifted to her stomach.“I’ve been feeling a bit d

Mia stopped sleeping properly.Not the kind of insomnia that came from racing thoughts, but the quieter kind where sleep arrived and left in fragments, where dreams bled too easily into waking life. She would drift off only to jolt awake with the feeling that she had forgotten something important. Something dangerous.She lay on her side now, staring at the faint line of light beneath the bedroom door. Liam hadn’t come to bed again.Her baby shifted, a slow roll that made her inhale sharply.“I know,” she whispered, pressing her palm there. “I feel it too.”She got up, wrapped a cardigan around herself, and padded down the hall.Liam was in the kitchen. Sitting at the table. Head in his hands.He looked up when he heard her. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”“You didn’t,” she said. Then, after a beat, “What’s wrong?”He hesitated, like he was choosing words from a minefield. “Rose had a scare tonight.”Mia leaned against the counter. “Another one?”“She fainted. Briefly. The doctor