Pregnant For The Wrong Brother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Ana's POV I put the envelope on the kitchen island at eleven at night, squared up like a document at a meeting.I had been carrying it for days. I had watched him be perfect and kind, and I was done letting that be enough.When he walked in, I didn't build up to it."Sit down," I said.He stopped in the doorway, reading my face the way he reads everything. "That sounds like a sentence I don't want to hear.""Sit down anyway."He sat. And I stayed standing, the envelope between us like a third person in the room."Three things," I said. "I've been carrying all three of them for days and I'm done carrying them quietly.""Okay.""One." I tapped the envelope. "Six years old. Your name on it. Fertility assessment. I heard you through a study door months ago saying no miracles, I don't want hope, run the test again. I know what that was now."He didn't move."Two." My voice stayed calm. "The message I read over your shoulder at four in the morning. Your mother would like to meet the girl."

Caspian's POV "Nine-forty, Thursday," Reyes said. "He booked it himself. Direct flight, one seat, no one else on the itinerary.""And she hasn't told me.""No, sir."Standing at my office window with the phone against my ear, I felt something go very quiet and very cold inside me.My brother was flying to my city to meet the woman sleeping in my bed. And I heard it from the man I pay to spy on her mail, not from her."Pull the Hartwell file," I said. "Sebastian's company. Who holds the paper.""Three lenders, sir. One regional bank, two private funds.""Which one could be bought out by Friday?"There was a small pause. "All three, if the price is right.""Then buy it," I said. "All of it. Before Friday.""Sir, that's not a small position. You'd be exposed to…""I didn't ask what I'd be exposed to." My voice stayed steady, the way it always does when I've already made up my mind. "I asked if it could be done.""It can be done.""Then do it."°°°°°°°°°°I told myself it was simple.A m

Ana's POV I looked at Nicole, really looked, and just knew that this wasn't the woman from my kitchen two years ago, the one who cooked eggs in my robe and called herself the future. "What do you want?" I finally asked."I wanted to see the woman my husband still can't stop talking about." She said it lightly, a lie, the kind designed to sound like an admission so you would miss the real one hiding underneath it."So you flew three hundred miles for that?""I flew three hundred miles," she smirked, "because you're the only thing he thinks about anymore, and I'd like to know why."There it was. Not curiosity. Fear. She wanted to know what I knew, and she wanted to light something on fire in my life big enough to pull his attention off whatever she was hiding in hers."I remember your anniversary," she went on, quiet now, unhurried. "The lamb you boxed up. The dress. He told me about it once, in bed, laughing. Said you drove across the city in that red thing like it would fix somethi

Ana's POV A car alarm went off outside at nine in the morning and wouldn't stop, and I lay there listening to it and couldn't make myself get up.Four days.It was an ordinary Tuesday, and that was the part that hurt in a way the hospital hadn't. The hospital had been loud and sharp. This was just a day, stretching out the same as any other.The sun came up the same as always. Somebody's delivery truck idled outside, engine running too long, the driver arguing with someone on the phone. A box arrived at eleven, something I'd ordered three weeks ago for a nursery that didn't exist anymore, and I signed for it without reading the label and set it by the door and didn't open it.The socks were still on the nightstand. Neither of us had moved them and neither of us would say why.My body hadn't caught up yet. That was the cruelest part, the part nobody warns you about.Standing in front of the bathroom mirror that morning, my hand went to my stomach out of habit, flat and doing nothing,

Caspian's POV Eight days after, and I still woke up at four in the morning because somehow my body had refused to believe that the thing it had spent weeks preparing for no longer needed preparing for.Meanwhile Ana was asleep upstairs. Really asleep, for the first time in three nights. Her breathing was slow and even under my hand before I'd slipped out from beside her. I had come down to the study so I would stop looking at her sleeping. There's a point past which looking at someone sleep stops being love and becomes something closer to surveillance, and I had crossed that line somewhere around night five without noticing until I was well past it.I had been flawless for eight days. Present. Kind. Endlessly available, every offer made softly, every hard word swallowed before it reached her.And in the drawer three feet from where I sat, folded along its own creases, sat a decree with my brother's signature on it, and a question I had still not asked her.I told myself the kindnes