Chasing His Divorced Wife And His Child의 모든 챕터: 챕터 31 - 챕터 40

NADIA’S POVI don’t say anything at first, I can’t. Because if I open my mouth right now, I might actually scream.My chest feels tight, not just tight, suffocating, like the air around me shrank and I’m the only one feeling it, like something is pressing down on me and won’t let up no matter how hard I try to breathe through it.He did it.He actually did it.My fingers curl slowly into my palm, nails pressing into my skin as I stand there, watching the nurse seal the sample like it’s nothing, like this isn’t tearing something open that I spent years trying to keep buried.“Are you serious right now?” I finally say, my voice low at first, but it doesn’t stay that way, it cracks, sharp, breaking through the pressure in my chest. “What the hell was that, Colin?”He doesn’t answer immediately.He just stands there, calm, controlled, like this is normal, like he didn’t just drag us here and decide everything on his own.And that pisses me off even more.I let out a short, shaky breath, s

NADIA’S POVThe door clicks shut behind us, and the silence hits immediately.I don’t move at first, just stand there with Noah in my arms, my fingers still tight around him, my chest rising unevenly as I try to breathe through everything still sitting inside me.It doesn’t go away, it stays pressing.“Okay…” I whisper under my breath, my voice soft but shaky, pressing my cheek lightly against Noah’s head, my eyes closing for a second like I can hold myself together if I just stay like this. “We’re okay… we’re fine… nothing’s happening.”He shifts slightly in my arms, small, warm, real, his little hand gripping my shirt like he always does, and that pulls me back just enough.I exhale slowly, forcing my grip to loosen, forcing myself to breathe properly this time as I move further into the room.“You hungry?” I murmur, my voice gentler now, softer, my hand coming up to brush lightly over his hair, my chest still tight but easing just a little because of him. “Or you just want to sit w

NADIA’S POVThe knock comes when I’m not ready for it.It cuts straight through the quiet, through the little space I managed to build after he left, and my whole body tenses instantly, my grip tightening around the cup in my hand.My chest tightens again.God… not again. For a second, I don’t move.I just stand there, listening, my heart starting to beat faster, harder, like it already knows this isn’t going to be simple.Noah looks up at me from the couch, his small brows pulling together slightly, sensing the shift, and that alone makes something twist in my chest.“It’s okay,” I say quickly, forcing my voice soft even though it doesn’t feel like it, setting the cup down and walking toward the door. “Stay right there, baby, I’ll be back.”My fingers hover over the handle for a second.Then I open it.And the second I see her, My stomach drops.Melissa.She stands there like she owns the moment, calm, composed, dressed like she didn’t just show up uninvited, her eyes sliding past m

COLIN’S POVI don’t move.I’m still sitting there, the paper in my hand, my eyes locked on that one line like if I look away it might change, like I might’ve read it wrong, like I missed something and if I just blink or shift or breathe a little differently, it won’t be what it says it is.But I didn’t.It’s clear.Too clear.My chest feels tight, not sharp, just heavy, like something dropped inside me and hasn’t settled, and the longer I sit with it, the worse it gets, like it’s sinking deeper instead of easing up.“He’s mine…” I say under my breath, my voice low, rough, barely there, like I’m not even sure I should say it out loud yet.The words don’t feel real.They don’t land the way they should.They just sit there, hanging in the air, heavy, unfinished, like they don’t belong to me yet.I swallow hard, my grip tightening slightly on the paper, my jaw clenching as something shifts inside me, slow at first, then all at once, something I can’t stop even if I wanted to.Shock.Becau

COLIN’S POVMorning hasn’t settled in my head the way it should.I’m standing just outside Nadia’s place, the door still half open behind her, the quiet from inside spilling out into the hallway, and everything feels too sharp, too clear, like there’s no space left to hide in.My chest is still tight.Not from doubt anymore.From everything that came after it.She’s still standing there, one hand on the door, the other slightly curled at her side, like she’s holding herself together by force, and I can see it now, I can see the strain in the way her shoulders stay tense, the way her eyes don’t soften.“I meant what I said,” I tell her, my voice low, steady, but heavier than I want it to be, like it’s carrying more than just the words. “I’m not walking away from this.”Her expression doesn’t change.Not really.Just tightens slightly.“You already did,” she replies, her voice calm but sharp, not raised, not emotional, just certain.I take a breath, slower this time, my jaw tightening s