All Chapters of My Ex’s Pregnant Sister: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Anita sat still.Too still.Her fingers rested lightly on her stomach—As if she was still trying to confirm it was real.Pregnant.The word hadn’t left her mind since the hospital.It echoed.Loud.Persistent.Unavoidable.She leaned back slowly.Eyes fixed on nothing.“Jackson…” she whispered under her breath.A flicker of guilt passed through her.Brief.Sharp.Uncomfortable.He didn’t deserve this.He had been good to her.Patient.Understanding.Even when she didn’t deserve it.Even when he saw through her.Because deep down. Jackson always knew.That Johnny still had a place in her life.And now. This.This pregnancy only confirmed it.Anita let out a slow breath.Her hand pressed more firmly against her stomach now.“But what about me?” she muttered quietly.Silence answered her.Because the truth was….She didn’t feel chosen.Not then.Not now.And she hated that feeling.More than anything.Her expression hardened.“No,” she said under her breath.“I’m not getting rid of th

Weeks passed quietly.Too quietly.The kind of peace that almost felt… suspicious.But Grace didn’t question it.She embraced it.Because for the first time in a long time—Things were falling into place.She and Johnny had settled into a rhythm.The baby was growing—Healthy.Loved.Safe.Johnny had fully stepped into the role.Not forced.Not pressured.Chosen.Late-night feedings.Morning laughter.Little moments that built something real.And now—They were engaged.Planning.Talking about the future like it actually belonged to them.“One step at a time,” Grace had said.But Johnny?He was already thinking long-term.And that included something important.“I need to meet your dad,” he said one evening.Grace paused.Because that wasn’t small.Her father wasn’t like her mom.He was strict.Proud.And very particular about family image.“He’s back,” Grace replied quietly.Johnny nodded.“Then it’s time.”It wasn’t just about meeting him.It was an opportunity.To make things offici

Johnny drove in silence.The road stretched ahead—But he barely saw it.His hands were steady on the wheel…But his mind?Everywhere else.Anita’s words replayed.Her voice.Her certainty.“I’m not getting rid of this pregnancy.”He tightened his grip slightly.Jaw clenching.Not sure if what he had just said back there—Was the right thing.Not sure if walking away—Was strength…Or escape.But one thing was certain.Anita had gone too far.Way too far.“She’s lost it…” he muttered under his breath.“She’s dragging everyone down with her…”Him.Grace.Even Jackson.And for the first time—Johnny didn’t just feel anger.He felt something else.A need for control.A need to stop her.“She needs to be taught a lesson.”The words came out low.But firm.When he got home—He paused at the door.Just for a second.As if preparing himself.Then stepped in.Grace was already there.Sitting on the couch.The baby in her arms.Waiting.She looked up immediately.“Where did you rush off to?” s

The hospital doors burst open.“Emergency!” a nurse called out as Johnny helped Anita inside.Her weight leaned heavily against him—Too heavily.“Pregnant patient,” another nurse said quickly, taking over.“How far along?”Johnny froze.For a split second—He didn’t know what to say.Didn’t want to say anything.Didn’t want to be involved.But Anita’s weak grip on his shirt—Said otherwise.“I… I think a few weeks,” he replied.Uncertain.Detached.But still there.“Are you her partner?” the nurse asked, already pushing Anita onto a stretcher.That question hit differently.Harder.Johnny hesitated.His mind flashed— He remembered his words.“I want nothing to do with her or the child.”And yet—Here he was.Standing beside her.Answering for her.A pause.Too long.Then—“I’m… with her.”The words came out low.Uncomfortable.But real.And just like that—They took Anita away.Johnny stood there.Alone.The automatic doors swinging shut behind them.Cutting him off from everything—

The calls didn’t stop.Not immediately.Not loudly.But enough.Enough to be noticed.Enough to matter.Three nights later—Johnny’s phone lit up again.Late.Past midnight.He stared at the screen.Anita.Again.He didn’t pick it up immediately.Didn’t even move.Just stared.Like if he ignored it long enough—It would disappear.But it didn’t. It rang.Stopped.Then rang again.Persistent.Deliberate.Beside him—Grace shifted.Not fully awake.But not asleep either.“Johnny…” she murmured.He picked up the phone this time.Quietly.Got out of bed before answering.“Hello.”“Johnny…” Anita’s voice came through.Soft.Weak.But not as broken as before.“I don’t feel well…”A pause.“I think something is wrong again.”Johnny closed his eyes briefly.Exhaled.“I told you to take care of yourself.”“I am…” she replied.“Please… just come.”Silence.Then—“I’ll be there.”He dressed quietly.Trying not to wake Grace.But as he reached the door—“Johnny.”He froze.Turned.Grace was sitt