All Chapters of Divorced Before He Knew I was Pregnant: Chapter 91 - Chapter 97

Aira woke up with the same feeling she had gone to bed with. Not fear. Not even worry. Just awareness. It sat quietly at the back of her mind, refusing to leave, no matter how much she tried to ignore it. The memory of the previous night replayed in fragments—the kitchen, the silence, the look on Lucien’s face when his phone rang. She pushed the thought aside and got out of bed. There were more immediate things to focus on. By the time Zayn shuffled into the kitchen, still half-asleep and dragging his feet, breakfast was already ready. “Morning,” she said, setting a glass of juice in front of him. “Morning,” he mumbled, climbing into his chair. For a while, everything felt normal. The quiet rhythm of the morning settled in easily—small sounds, familiar movements, nothing out of place. Until Zayn spoke again. “Mum?” Aira glanced up. “Yes?” He hesitated, like he was trying to remember something properly. “There was a woman at school yesterday.” Aira’s hand paus

Lucien didn’t call ahead. He didn’t need to. By the time he arrived, the house was quiet in the controlled, deliberate way it always was. The lights were dim but intentional, the space arranged with the kind of precision that suggested nothing was ever left to chance. Selene liked order. She liked knowing exactly where everything stood. Including people. He let himself in without knocking. She was in the living room, seated comfortably with one leg crossed over the other, a glass of water resting lightly between her fingers. The television was on, muted, the moving images casting soft light across the room. When she looked up and saw him, she didn’t startle. She didn’t even look surprised. If anything, there was the faintest trace of expectation in her expression. “You’re early,” she said, her tone easy, almost conversational. Lucien closed the door behind him, the soft click echoing just enough to shift the atmosphere. His gaze settled on her, steady and unreadable.

Lucien had spent years believing silence was control. If he ignored something long enough, buried it deeply enough, eventually it would stop existing. That was how he survived the last three years. He worked longer hours. Expanded the company. Filled every empty space with something productive enough to keep his mind from wandering backward. It worked. Until Aira came back into his life. Until Zayn. Until one impossible resemblance turned old grief into something far more dangerous. Doubt. The office was nearly dark now, illuminated only by the city lights stretching endlessly beyond the windows. A soft rain had started sometime after midnight, tapping faintly against the glass in an uneven rhythm that somehow made the silence heavier instead of softer. Lucien sat alone behind his desk, the reopened case file spread in front of him. He had reread the same pages three times already. Not because he was searching for answers. Because he was searching for consisten

Aira almost called Lucien three times that morning. The first time was while Zayn searched the apartment for his missing shoe, his small voice echoing through the hallway while she stood near the kitchen counter gripping her phone too tightly. “Mum, I think it disappeared.” Aira blinked, dragging herself back from the thoughts consuming her. “Shoes don’t disappear.” “They do when I’m late.” Despite everything pressing against her chest, the corner of her mouth twitched faintly. She walked toward the couch, crouched slightly, and pulled the missing shoe from underneath it. Zayn gasped dramatically. “See? It was hiding.” “Clearly.” He grinned before rushing off again, completely unaware that her hands were trembling. The second time she almost called Lucien was after dropping Zayn at school. She had just pulled away from the curb when she noticed the black car again. Across the street. Parked too still. Too deliberate. Aira’s stomach tightened instantly.