All Chapters of My Ex’s Pregnant Sister: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The house woke early, but no one had truly slept.Grace had spent most of the night staring into darkness, listening to the sounds of doors opening and closing, footsteps overhead, water running in the bathroom, then silence again.Johnny had come to bed late.He lay beside her, but the distance between them felt wider than the mattress.Neither reached for the other.Neither apologized.Neither knew where to begin.Morning arrived cold and gray.Grace was in the kitchen warming milk for the baby when Johnny came downstairs dressed for work.He looked neat.Pressed shirt.Tie straight.Shoes polished.Everything in place—Except his expression.He seemed tired in a way sleep could not fix.The baby reached for him the moment she saw him.That made him smile.At least for a second.He took her gently into his arms.“Well,” he murmured, kissing her forehead. “You still like me.”Grace glanced at him.“She loves you.”Johnny did not answer.He simply rocked the baby slowly.Before Grace

The pounding at the door came again. Three hard knocks.Then silence.The kind of silence that felt deliberate.Everyone in the living room froze for half a second before instinct took over.Johnny moved first.Grace rose immediately after him.“No,” he said, turning toward her. “Stay with the baby.”“She’s upstairs asleep.”“Then stay close.”His tone was calm, but it carried steel.Grace stopped.Jackson was already at the window, shifting the curtain slightly.“Richard,” he said.Then after a pause:“His mother.”Anita stiffened in her seat.“And two officers.”Johnny let out a slow breath.“Perfect.”He opened the door.The EntranceRichard stood straight-backed in a dark suit, as if he were attending a business meeting instead of invading someone’s home.Beside him was a woman in elegant cream-colored clothing, pearls at her neck, expensive handbag in hand, posture rigid enough to cut glass.Her eyes moved past Johnny immediately.Assessing the house.The walls.The furniture.T

The courthouse was small, bright, and almost disappointingly ordinary.Grace had expected something grander for a moment that felt so enormous.Instead, there were cream walls, plastic chairs, a potted plant in one corner, and a clerk adjusting files behind a wooden desk.It was simple.Maybe that was fitting.Some of the biggest decisions in life arrived without decoration.Johnny stood beside her in a dark suit, one hand wrapped around hers so firmly that she could feel the steadiness he was lending her.Across the room, a registrar prepared documents.A female clerk smiled politely.“We can begin in one minute.”Grace nodded, but her pulse was racing.Johnny leaned closer.“You can still run.”She looked at him.“In these shoes?”He smiled.“There’s the Grace I know.”She exhaled.Then the doors at the far end swung open.Richard strode inside.Breathing hard.Eyes fixed on them.“I object.”The room froze.The clerk looked up over her glasses.“Sir?”“I object to this marriage.”S

The gate slammed again.Then the front door shook under a hard knock.Grace stood frozen in the middle of the living room, her phone still in her hand.Johnny moved first.Barrister Linda calmly closed her folder and sat back down as if she had expected the timing.“Open it,” she said. “Better inside than with neighbors watching.”Johnny looked at Grace.She nodded once.He opened the door.Her father stepped in first.Tall, stern, wearing the same expression he carried into boardrooms and family arguments alike—the look of a man who expected order and took insult personally when denied it.Her mother followed behind him, face tight with worry and anger.Neither greeted anyone.Neither sat.Grace’s father’s eyes swept the room.Johnny.The lawyer.The baby’s things.Then finally landed on Grace’s left hand.The ring.His jaw hardened.“So strangers knew before your father.”The words were quiet.They hurt more because of it.Grace swallowed.“Dad—”He lifted a hand.“No.”He took anot

The courthouse looked colder than Grace remembered.Maybe all courts did.White walls.Echoing hallways.People dressed in nerves and expensive fabric.Voices kept low because everyone inside was waiting for something to be decided.Grace sat on a wooden bench outside Family Courtroom Three with her daughter asleep against her chest.Her palms were damp.Her stomach tight.Johnny sat beside her, one hand resting over hers.Steady pressure.Nothing dramatic.But enough to keep her anchored.“You’re squeezing circulation out of my fingers,” he murmured.Grace loosened her grip immediately.“Sorry.”He laced their fingers again.“Better.”She exhaled shakily.“I hate this place.”“We haven’t gone in yet.”“I hate it in advance.”That made him smile.Across the hall, Richard stood with his lawyer.Sharp suit.Unreadable face.His mother sat beside him like royalty forced to mingle with ordinary people.She had not greeted Grace.Grace considered that a gift.Barrister Linda arrived carryi