All Chapters of My Ex’s Pregnant Sister: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The next morning sunlight poured into Anita’s apartment through the thin curtains, lighting up the small living room.Grace was still asleep on the couch, curled under a blanket, her face puffy from crying the night before.Anita stood by the kitchen counter with her phone pressed to her ear.“Morning, beautiful,” Jackson’s voice came through the speaker.“Morning,” Anita replied softly.Jackson immediately noticed the difference.“You sound tired. Everything okay?”Anita hesitated.She hadn’t planned to tell him yet, but the stress from the night before was still sitting heavily in her chest.“My sister showed up yesterday,” she finally said.“Oh really? That’s nice.”Anita sighed.“Not exactly.”She explained everything.Grace being pregnant.Her boyfriend disappearing.Her parents throwing her out.By the time Anita finished speaking, the line had gone quiet.Jackson didn’t say anything for a few seconds.Anita quickly added,“Don’t worry. I’m not bringing her to stay with us.”Jac

The morning sun the next day wasn’t any different, the sunlight filtered softly through the blinds of Anita’s apartment, painting stripes of golden light across the floor. Grace sat on the edge of the couch, her knees drawn up to her chest, staring at the carpet with tear-streaked cheeks. The events of the past two days weighed heavily on her, yet even in her fear and uncertainty, a small flicker of hope remained. Anita had promised to find her a place to stay—a safe haven for at least a little while—and that thought alone had been enough to keep her heart beating steadily.Anita entered the living room carrying a cup of steaming coffee, the aroma filling the space between them. She had tried to sleep after last night, but her mind had been racing with plans and logistics. Now, the slight warmth of the coffee and the morning sun seemed to anchor her just enough to focus.“Grace,” Anita said gently, setting the cup down on the table. “I have some good news.”Grace looked up, her tired

The morning had started quietly in Johnny’s house. Grace stirred in the bed he had prepared for her, blinking against the soft sunlight streaming through the window. Even with the light, she felt the heaviness of the previous days pressing down on her chest. She ran her hands over her small bag, thinking about what today might hold. Being at Johnny’s home had already been nerve-wracking, but the promise of going out… of having a day to herself with some sense of normalcy… stirred a mix of excitement and anxiety in her chest.Downstairs, the faint aroma of coffee filled the room, a comforting reminder of the routines Johnny had kept even before her arrival. But Johnny hardly noticed the smell. Eating has been difficult lately. Since Grace had moved in, meals felt strange—every bite a reminder of responsibility, of new expectations, of someone else’s life now intertwined with his. The house was quiet, but not in the same way it had been before. It was a quiet weighted with concern, with

Grace woke to the soft, golden light shining through the blinds in her room. The warmth of the morning kissed her face, but it couldn’t shake the heaviness in her chest. Today was important—her first official hospital visit to register for antenatal care. She had been waiting for this moment, excited yet nervous. And the thought of having Anita with her had been a comfort… until she realized her sister wasn’t picking up her calls.Sitting on the edge of the bed, she held her phone and dialed once more. Nothing. Again, nothing. The unanswered calls pressed down on her chest, twisting it tight with worry. Did I do something wrong? Is she busy? Did something happen? Regret crept in, staining the edges of her excitement. She felt the weight of her pregnancy all over again, a reminder of the responsibilities and the unknowns she now faced.Shaking off the anxiety, she rose and dressed in soft jeans and a light blouse, the kind of outfit she felt comfortable in yet presentable enough for th

The morning sun spilled through the tall windows in Jackson’s apartment, casting warm light across the breakfast table. Plates of toast, fruit, and scrambled eggs sat neatly arranged, steam curling up from the coffee mugs. But despite the cozy scene, the atmosphere was anything but peaceful.Jackson stared into his cup of coffee, the bitter liquid untouched, his jaw tight. Anita poured herself another cup of tea, trying to keep the morning calm, but she knew she couldn’t avoid the inevitable conversation. The tension had been building ever since the introduction and Jackson finding out Grace had moved in with Johnny, Anita’s Ex..“Jackson,” Anita finally said, her voice cautious but firm, “you’re quiet. Are you… upset about Grace staying with Johnny?”Jackson set down his mug, the sound sharp in the quiet room. He tried to calm himself, to swallow the frustration bubbling inside, but it was no use. The words came out before he could stop them.“Yes. I’m mad at you,” he admitted, his v