Todos los capítulos de Pregnant For The Wrong Brother: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Caspian's POV I told her I had an early flight.It was the first lie I had told her since the night at Emily's door.I felt bad about it, but I somehow managed to convince myself that it wasn't the same thing.By six I was at a clinic I had chosen because no one there knew my name."Any previous assessments?" the intake nurse asked, pen ready."One. Six years ago.""And what did that show?"I looked at the form for a moment before I answered."Nothing," I said.She wrote it down without saying a word, the way people who are paid enough always do, and I sat in a small white room and waited to find out whether the universe had made an exception for me, or whether someone had lied to me for six years.“This isn't doubt about Ana.”I told myself that twice. Once too many, and I knew it even as I thought it.°°°°°°°°°°Reyes was waiting when I got back to the office, a thin file on the desk instead of words, the way he does it when the news is bad enough that he'd rather I read it than he

Ana's POV The courier buzzed up at nine, a plain envelope, no sender, no return address.I signed for it without thinking twice. We got packages everyday, and this one felt too light to be anything.Standing in the hallway, I opened it.A photograph slipped into my hand. Me, walking out of the obstetrics clinic with one hand resting on my stomach, my face caught mid-thought. Eight days ago. I remembered the coat. I remembered thinking, walking out of that building, that no one in the world knew where I'd just been.But someone had known. Someone had been close enough to frame the shot.I turned it over and immediately recognized the handwriting. The same neat slant from the rose note, from a desk I'd once thought was the safest in the building.‘Does he know it's his?’Without thinking, I checked the locks. All of them, twice.I checked the windows from thirty floors up, which made no sense, but I did it anyway because fear doesn't care about logic. I ended up sitting on the hallwa

Ana's POV I didn't shout.I sat down on the hallway floor instead, my back against the wall, my knees pulled up, the envelope still loose in my hand. It was the only thing my body knew how to do at that moment.He saw me fold instead of fight, and something in his face frightened me more than anger would have. He had seen me angry before. But I don't think he had ever seen me fold.Then to my surprise, he sat down across from me. On the floor. In his own hallway, in a suit that cost more than my first month's rent, sitting on cold marble like a man who had run out of other places to stand."He was first at everything," he said. "School. Sports. The things that mattered to her and the things that didn't. And he was never once unkind about it. That was the part I couldn't forgive."He told it flatly. No asking for anything, no softening it for me. The locked room. The timed hours at the desk. His mother standing over him with a lamp that never went off early enough. The year he fina

Caspian's POV The results had come through hours ago, but I hadn't gone home.I was on the motorway instead, sixty miles out of the city, heading towards an industrial park because a specialist had said words I couldn't put down long enough to drive anywhere else.“Normal count,” he'd told me, sliding the paper across the desk. “Normal motility. No evidence of any historical condition consistent with your original assessment.”I had sat very still and said nothing, because I didn't trust what my voice would do.He'd spread six years of reports across his desk, the ones I'd brought without quite knowing why, some instinct telling me to bring everything. He studied them for a long moment, moving one against another, and then he said the thing that turned the whole six years over in my chest."The numbers barely move," he said. "A point or two, across six years. Living men fluctuate, Mr. Strauss. Illness. Heat. Stress. Sleep. A body responds to a life." He looked up at me. "These don't

Sebastian's POV Three days after the trust account closed, I stopped getting answers from the family office and started getting invitations.‘Mary would love to see you. It has been so long.’I stared at the message for a long time before I answered it. I hadn't seen her in two years, and I had spent most of that time trying not to think about why.She chose a restaurant that cost more per plate than most people's weekly wage, quiet, tucked away, the kind of place where nobody looks up when a family argument happens at table six.She was already seated when I arrived. She stood and kissed both my cheeks, and her hands lingered on my shoulders a moment too long, studying me."You've got thin," she said. "You always get thin when you are working on something.""Mary.""Sit, sit. You look like you haven't slept in a month." She waved for the waiter without looking away from me. "Order the fish. You used to love the fish here."That was the horror of her, and I had known it since I was