All Chapters of Kiss Of Their Hidden Truths: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Eva’s POVWas I too blunt? The thought gnawed at me, but his pretence was suffocating. I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to say it. The man who couldn’t care for his pregnant wife, who couldn’t stand beside her when she needed him most, now suddenly showing concern — it felt unreal, unbearable.Even if I tried to understand his side, even if I believed that seeing me bleeding, fighting for life was what shook his heart, then why didn’t he speak when his mother brought up divorce? Why didn’t he fight for me then? He just walked away. That silence told me everything. There was a hidden motive, something beyond my knowledge. Or maybe… maybe what I said was true.I didn’t have much time to dwell on it. Josephine brought Riva to me. My daughter’s tiny cries pierced through my thoughts. I tried to hold her, but my back screamed in pain, the stitches pulled, and I felt helpless. Josephine helped me position her, helped me feed. The first moments were agony — my breasts tender and swollen,

Eva’s POVI didn’t even know when I dozed off. My body had been too exhausted, my mind too heavy with thoughts. When I woke, it was around seven, my phone buzzing insistently on the nightstand. For a moment, I felt disoriented, panicked even, because I couldn’t find Riva beside me. My heart raced until I realized the truth — my sweet boy was still there. Eric had sat through the night, my head resting on his little lap, his small body curled awkwardly against the pillows. He had fallen asleep like that, guarding me, protecting me.I felt guilty instantly. My sudden movement had disturbed his sleep. I had to pat him gently, coaxing him back into slumber. My poor boy would never complain, even if his legs hurt from sitting in that position all night. He was too mature, too selfless for his age. I made a mental note to ask Alice or Josephine to give him a good massage later. He deserved that comfort.It took me some time to freshen up, to gather myself, before I finally checked my phone

Eva's Pov:I was staring out at the busy streets of New York, my thoughts drifting back to my conversation with Kayden.Earlier today, Kayden had called me — one of the reasons for my good mood. He told me he had finished his upcoming book and had tried to send me a copy, but it had been returned. Of course, he had my California address — the one I no longer lived at, thanks to Caroline kicking me out. I shook my head, refusing to dwell on that pain, and tried to focus on the joy of hearing his voice.“Hey, Evie girl, how have you been?” Kayden’s voice had been full of life, like a breath of fresh air.“Hey, Kay… I’ve had good days, but I have a feeling today’s going to be amazing after hearing your voice,” I teased.We spoke about random things, catching up, until Kayden finally addressed the one topic I had been avoiding. He didn’t hesitate, his voice steady and full of conviction.“Eva, I’m happy you’ve been writing columns and children’s fiction for my friend’s publishing firm. I

Ryan’s POVMy head was splitting open, every limb aching as though I had been run over by a truck. Opening my eyes felt like twenty thousand volts of light blasting into me after being locked in a pitch‑dark room for months. The pain was unbearable, but worse was the confusion.At first, everything was hazy. Voices blurred together, but then I caught one — my mother’s shrill shouting. My stomach twisted. Was she yelling at Eva? Damn it. I had just begun to win Eva’s heart back, to rebuild what I had destroyed. I couldn’t let my mother ruin it all again.At first, all of this had been for show — for survival, for appearances. But now… now Eva was different. This new Eva pulled me toward her like a magnet. She fascinated me, terrified me, made me want to be better. And I couldn’t lose her or my kids. Not again.My mother’s shouting continued, my father’s voice trying to calm her, but it was Alex’s mumble that cut through the noise. He was close.“Close the door… the noise…” I whisper

Eva’s POV“Mumma… are you okay? You didn’t eat anything even today. You barely even drink water… nowadays”Eric’s voice reached me as though from a distant land, though he was right here, perched on my lap, his small hands caressing my face. His touch was warm, grounding, but I felt nothing. I wasn’t crying anymore. The tears had dried, leaving behind a hollow numbness. I know crying doesn’t make me weak, but I was done crying. There was nothing left inside me to spill out.I kept asking myself — am I really that bad?Do I not deserve even a shred of normalcy?Maybe this is punishment. Maybe the universe is finally collecting the debts of my sins.I admit it — I’ve been thankless.When Shefali’s parents searched for her, I didn’t help. I didn’t put in any effort to find her. I didn’t visit Aunty Nat when Uncle Dav passed away, nor when she herself passed. I didn’t stand by Shefali when she needed me most. I only thought of myself. And now, perhaps, this is the price.Ever since the d