All Chapters of HIS COLD DENIAL: Love After Divorce : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The House That Was Never Home Alvara I sat on the back of the moving car with Adrian, going for our honeymoon after the wedding.His parents gave us a penthouse as our wedding gift, and that's where we will live, and also have our honeymoon.I can't believe what happened this past week. I can't believe I'm pregnant and now married to Adrian. Everything happened so fast that I can't help but think if this was the right decision.I've not had a conversation with Adrian since the day his parents concluded we will get married, I have tried to talk to him, looked for a way to talk to me but he kept avoiding me, and he has become so cold towards me.I never wanted any of this, but then there's no way my mother will allow me to become a single mother, how will she be able to cater for me and my younger brother?.I looked at Adrian, his eyes were shut, and his ears blocked with earbuds.I debated on touching him, to talk to him , but I dismissed the Idea, we will probably talk when we get

Watched Not Loved AlvaraIt was a new week.The kind of week that was supposed to come with hope, beginnings, maybe even joy. Today, I was meant to start my antenatal care, something every pregnant woman looked forward to, something that should have been shared between a husband and wife. A moment where hands were held, reassurances whispered, smiles exchanged.Instead, I woke up late.The realization hit me like a slap. I had planned to rise early, to prepare myself calmly, to steady my nerves before stepping into another unfamiliar phase of my life. But exhaustion had pulled me under like a relentless tide, dragging me into a deep, dreamless sleep.When my eyes flew open, panic seized me instantly.I was already running behind.I threw the covers aside and rushed out of bed, my movements clumsy, my body heavier than it used to be. My limbs felt sluggish, uncooperative, like they no longer belonged to me. Halfway to the bathroom, nausea struck with brutal force. My stomach twisted v

When My Body Spoke First AlvaraI stood frozen at the edge of the bed, staring at the stained bedsheets as though they were staring back at me.Red.Not bright. Not fresh. But unmistakable.My hands trembled as I lifted the corner of the sheet, my breath coming in short, uneven bursts. My heart pounded so loudly I was sure it would wake the entire house. I pressed a hand to my chest, then slowly to my lower abdomen.Nothing.No cramps.No sharp pain.No warning.Just fear, raw, choking fear.I checked myself again and again, as though the answer would change if I looked hard enough. My body felt normal, frighteningly so. That scared me more than pain ever could.What should I do?Scream?Pretend this wasn’t happening?Call someone?My mind raced, spiraling through every terrible possibility. I thought of Adrian, and the idea vanished almost immediately. No. That would never happen. I knew better than that.Mrs. Seraphina?The thought made my stomach twist. No, she was the worst optio

A Moment Of Normalcy AlvaraThe sunlight filtered into the room, unfamiliar but comforting. I opened my eyes slowly, letting it wash over me, warming my face in a way I hadn’t felt in weeks. Then it hit me, I was actually in my mother’s house, not the tiny quarters I had grown up in. This house wasn’t ours either; it had been given to us by the Vales before the wedding, a secret space to hide their househelps from prying eyes. A place to make sure we were under constant watch. We knew better, this house was never truly ours.I stood immediately and checked the bedsheets, relief flooding me when I saw no stain, no sign of trauma. My baby was safe. My hands trembled slightly, and I pressed one to my stomach, willing the tiny life inside me to stay calm and safe. I had spent weeks fighting fear and nausea, battling fatigue that left me trembling, and the thought of losing it all here made my chest tighten.After freshening up, I stepped out to see my family. My mother hummed in the kit

The Silence After Alvara ‎I woke up slowly.‎Not the sharp kind of waking where panic jerks you upright, but the heavy kind ,like my body was dragging itself back from somewhere deep and dark. Everything felt distant. My limbs were heavy, my head throbbed, and there was a dull ache spread through me, settling into my bones.‎The room smelled unfamiliar. Clean. Sterile.‎Hospital.‎The realization drifted in gently, like fog instead of a storm. My eyes fluttered open, squinting against the pale light above me. White ceiling. A faint beeping somewhere close by. The low murmur of voices outside the room.‎I tried to move, and pain answered immediately , sharp in my back, tight in my abdomen. A soft sound escaped my throat before I could stop it.‎“Alvara.”‎The voice came instantly, too fast, too close. I turned my head slowly.‎My mother was sitting beside the bed.‎She looked smaller than I remembered. Her shoulders were slumped, her hair pulled back hastily like she hadn’t cared h