All Chapters of My Ex’s Pregnant Sister: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, painting soft stripes across the nursery walls. Grace woke first, stretching carefully, mindful of the growing bump she now cradled with every movement. She glanced over at Joan, who was already up, quietly folding a few baby onesies with a precision that seemed almost unnatural. Joan’s focus made Grace pause—there was a sense of watchfulness about her, and even now, in the quiet of the early hour, Grace could feel it.She walked into johnny’s room, saw Johnny still asleep, his arm draped over the edge of the bed, breathing softly. For a moment, Grace allowed herself a smile. Despite all the tension of the past weeks, Johnny’s presence brought a comforting warmth she hadn’t felt in months. He was here. He was steady. And for her, that was enough.Joan’s quiet movements around the house didn’t go unnoticed. Grace couldn’t help but watch her for a moment. There was an intent gaze behind Joan’s soft demeanor, a subtle calculation that sent a

The house didn’t feel the same anymore.It wasn’t just quiet.It was tense.Like every wall was listening… waiting for something to fall apart.Grace stood in the bathroom, staring at her reflection.Her eyes were swollen.Red.Tired.She turned on the tap and let the water run, gripping the sink tightly as her shoulders began to shake.At first, it was silent.Then—She broke.“Why is everything so hard…” she whispered, her voice trembling.Tears streamed down her face as she slowly slid to the floor, her back against the cold tiles.Her hand moved to her stomach.“I’m trying…” she said softly. “I swear I’m trying…”Her voice cracked again.“I don’t even know if I’m doing the right thing anymore…”She closed her eyes tightly.“Maybe… maybe I’m just making things worse.”Silence filled the bathroom except for her quiet sobs.“I don’t want to be a burden,” she whispered to her unborn child.That word lingered.Burden.Because that’s exactly how she was starting to feel.Outside the bat

Anita had never liked silence.Not the kind that came after chaos.Not the kind that followed failure.She stood in her room, staring at her open suitcase.Clothes neatly folded.Shoes arranged.Everything prepared for a fresh start.Or at least—That was the plan.Jackson’s words still echoed in her head.“You’re hurting yourself.”She hated that he said it calmly.Hated that he wasn’t judging her.Because that made it worse.She zipped the suitcase halfway.Paused.Then unzipped it again.Her mind wasn’t settled.Not even close.“Why am I still thinking about them…” she muttered under her breath.She picked up her phone.Opened social media.Scrolled.Stopped.Scrolled back.There it was.A picture.Grace.Smiling.Glowing.Johnny beside her.Relaxed.Happy.At a restaurant.Together.Like nothing else in the world mattered.Anita’s fingers tightened around her phone.Her breathing slowed.But not in a calm way.In a dangerous way.“They’re supposed to be falling apart…” she whisper

Johnny didn’t let it go.He tried.For a few minutes… maybe longer.But the way Grace had reacted earlier—The way she locked her phone so quickly…The way she avoided his eyes—It stayed with him.Grace stepped back into the house quietly.She thought maybe—Just maybe—He had dropped it.But Johnny was standing there.Waiting.“Grace.”Her heart sank slightly.“Yeah?” she replied, trying to sound normal.Johnny walked closer.Not angry.Not shouting.Which somehow felt worse.“What was that message?” he asked.Grace hesitated.Just for a second.But Johnny saw it.“Nothing serious,” she said.Johnny tilted his head slightly.“You expect me to believe that?”Grace forced a small laugh.“It’s just… someone being stupid.”Johnny studied her.Long.Careful.“You looked like you saw a ghost,” he said.Grace shrugged.“Maybe I just wasn’t expecting it.”Silence.Johnny exhaled slowly.He didn’t believe her.Not fully.But at the same time—She had never given him a reason not to trust her

Johnny didn’t move for a long time.He just sat there.Phone in his hand.Eyes fixed on the screen.Grace.At a hotel.With another man.Her face—Soft.Emotional.Close to him.Johnny’s jaw tightened.“She lied…” he muttered under his breath.Not fully.But enough.He stood up suddenly.Ran a hand through his hair.Started pacing.Everything she said in the car replayed in his head.“I can handle it…”“It’s just Anita…”But this?This wasn’t “just Anita.”This was real.His phone tightened in his grip.For a moment—He thought about calling her.But no.He needed to see her.Look her in the eyes.And hear it.The truth.Across town—Grace walked slowly toward the road.Her head spinning.Richard’s words echoed in her mind.“Come back with me…”“I’ll marry you…”“I’m not letting another man raise my child…”She shook her head slightly.Trying to clear it.“This is too much…” she whispered.Her phone buzzed.She looked down.Unknown number.Again.She opened it.“I meant what I said.”