Todos los capítulos de WEBS OF FORBIDDEN ENTANGLEMENT: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

The shift in the room was immediate.Not loud, not dramatic, but absolute.General Watson’s presence did not need volume to command attention; it carried its own gravity, the kind that altered the atmosphere the moment he crossed the threshold, drawing an invisible line that neither man could ignore, even if neither was willing to step back from where they stood.“That’s enough.”The words were not repeated. They did not need to be.Raymond did not turn immediately, his gaze still locked on Mark as though breaking that contact would mean surrendering something he was not prepared to yield. His breathing remained controlled, but there was a tightness beneath it now, a strain that had not been there before, sharpened by everything that had been said, by everything that still remained unresolved.Mark, on the other hand, leaned back slowly in his chair, not in submission, but in deliberate acknowledgment of the shift in authority, his hands returning to a relaxed position on the table, t

The corridor leading into the medical wing carried a different kind of silence, one that did not feel empty, but anticipatory, as though the walls themselves were aware that something irreversible was about to unfold within them, something that would not simply pass through this space, but leave a mark upon everyone who entered it.Raymond walked beside General Watson without speaking, his stride measured, controlled, though there was a tension in the set of his shoulders that betrayed the storm beneath the surface, a quiet but relentless pull between what he hoped to hear and what he feared might already be waiting for him behind those doors. His thoughts did not move in scattered fragments, but in heavy, deliberate currents, each one circling the same centre, the same question that had followed him from the moment he first learned of the pregnancy, through every conversation, every revelation, every confrontation that had led him here.What if.Not a question of possibility anymore

The room was calm. Too calm.The kind of calm that did not soothe, but unsettled, as though it existed not because everything was fine, but because something had yet to happen, something that had already begun to take shape beyond the walls, beyond her sight, moving steadily toward her whether she was ready or not.Tricia sat by the window, her posture relaxed at first glance, though the stillness in her body was not ease, but awareness, a quiet attentiveness to something she could not see, could not hear, but could feel in a way that defied explanation.Her hand rested against her abdomen again, more firmly now, her fingers splayed slightly as though trying to cover more space, to hold onto something that felt both fragile and immense at the same time.Twins.Even now, the word felt unreal. Not in the sense that she doubted it. But in the sense that she had not yet fully stepped into what it meant.Two lives.Two heartbeats.Two futures.And yet, there was something else. Something

The question did not linger.It did not wait to be softened or redirected or delayed into something easier to answer.“Does he know?”Tricia’s voice was quiet, but it carried a sharpness now, something fragile and strained, as though the effort of holding herself together had already begun to crack beneath the weight of what she had just been told.Raymond did not respond immediately.Not because he did not have an answer.But because he understood, in that moment, that whatever he said next would not simply inform her, it would push her further into something she was already struggling to contain.“He doesn’t know yet,” he said finally.The words were measured.Careful.But they did not land gently.Tricia nodded once.A small movement. Almost mechanical.As though her body had registered the response, but her mind had not yet caught up, had not yet decided what to do with it.“And you came here first,” she said.It was not a question.Raymond hesitated, just briefly.“Yes.”Another

The holding facility did not feel like a place where truth lived.It felt like a place where truth was cornered, restrained, and forced to wait until someone decided it could speak.Raymond noticed that immediately as he walked in, the cold sterility of the corridor pressing against his senses in a way that sharpened everything inside him rather than dulling it, as though the silence itself demanded clarity, demanded control, demanded that whatever he carried into this place be held firmly, tightly, without fracture.General Watson walked beside him, composed as ever, his presence steady and unyielding, but even that steadiness could not entirely mask the shift that had taken place since the hospital, since Tricia’s voice, weak and breaking, had wrapped itself around a fear that refused to let go.Don’t let him take them from me.It lingered. Not as panic. But as purpose.They reached the reinforced door, and after the necessary clearances, it opened with a muted mechanical sound that