บททั้งหมดของ Loving my fathers best friend : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

AlexThe morning had felt so ordinary.I helped Emily into the car, buckling her seatbelt while she chattered nonstop about her science project and how she was going to show Bella her new drawing after school. Her excitement was infectious, and for a moment, everything felt right with the world. Bella was safe at home, resting before her prenatal massage. The twins were growing strong. We were building the life I had once thought was lost to me forever.“Tell mummy Bella I love her and that I love the twins already,” Emily said as I pulled out of the driveway.“I will, kiddo,” I replied, glancing at her in the rearview mirror with a smile. “She’ll be happy to hear that. How’s the project going? You said something about volcanoes yesterday?”Emily’s eyes lit up. “Yes! We’re making a model volcano that actually erupts with baking soda and vinegar. I told my group that the twins are going to love dinosaurs when they’re born, so maybe we can make a dinosaur volcano next time. Do you thin

The waiting room at County General Hospital smelled of antiseptic, stale coffee, and fear.Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a harsh, unforgiving glow on the small group huddled in plastic chairs. The clock on the wall ticked mercilessly, each second stretching into an eternity. No one spoke much. The air was thick with unspoken prayers, regrets, and the heavy weight of what might come next.Alex sat with his elbows on his knees, head buried in his hands. His shoulders shook occasionally, though he tried to hold himself together. Inside, his mind was a storm of guilt, terror, and desperate bargaining with a God he wasn’t sure was listening.This is my fault.The thought kept circling, sharper with every loop. If he hadn’t been so focused on work, if he had driven her to the massage himself, if he had taken her fears more seriously when she first mentioned them… Bella would be safe right now. Their babies would be safe. Instead, he was here, powerless, while the woman he love

AlexThe red light above the operating room doors finally flickered off.I shot to my feet so fast the chair scraped loudly against the floor. Robert and Margaret stood up beside me, their faces pale and drawn with the same terror that had been eating me alive for hours. We moved closer to the doors as a group, desperate for any news, any sign that Bella and our babies had made it through.My heart hammered against my ribs like it was trying to break free. My hands were clenched into fists at my sides, nails digging into my palms. I had been praying nonstop bargaining with God, promising anything if He would just let them live. The guilt was a living thing inside me. If I had driven her myself… if I had taken her fears more seriously… if I had been there…A team of nurses and doctors emerged first. They wheeled out a small incubator one of the premature babies, tiny and fragile, hooked up to machines and tubes, surrounded by a medical team moving with urgent precision. My breath cau

RobertIt’s been days since Bella’s accident. I’m in my study with the sound of Emily in the living room giving me comfort.Her laughter drifts through the closed door light, innocent, and painfully unaware of the storm raging inside this house. Margaret is with her, reading stories or helping with homework, trying to keep some sense of normalcy for our granddaughter. I sit here alone, staring at the old family photo on my desk Bella as a little girl, smiling up at me with pure trust, her small hand in mine. The same hand I had turned away from when she needed me most.The guilt is a living thing, gnawing at my insides day and night. I can’t escape it. Every time I close my eyes, I see Alex’s broken face in that hospital waiting room, sobbing against my shoulder like we were young men again, facing the world together. I see Bella being wheeled out of surgery pale, unconscious, her belly no longer round with the twins she had carried with such quiet strength. And then the doctor’s wor

It’s been a few days since Bella got home from the hospital and the surviving twin still remains in the hospital to be monitored.The house that had once been filled with laughter and hope now felt like a tomb quiet, heavy, and fractured. The family moved through their days in silence and fragmentation, each person carrying their grief in isolation, unsure how to bridge the gaps that had formed between them.Alex was the one who held everything together on the surface. He went to the hospital every day to sit with their daughter in the NICU, whispering promises to the tiny fighter who was gaining strength slowly but steadily. He brought home updates, photos, and the faint hope that at least one of their babies would make it home. But inside, the guilt was consuming him. He replayed the accident in his mind constantly the phone call, Bella’s terrified voice, the crash. He blamed himself for not driving her, for not taking her fears more seriously, for not protecting her and their chil