All Chapters of Carrying my father in-laws child : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Ophelia's POV. “I'm sorry, Mrs. Willow. The test came out negative, you are not pregnant” The doctor's words came like a sharp blow, settling deep into my stomach. Not pregnant. Again. For four years, same results. My throat tightened and my vision got blurred with tears in no seconds. “Are you sure, doc?” I asked, voice shaking terribly. The woman forced a bitter smile to her lips. “We ran the test twice to be sure, but I'm sorry, there's no baby” I wanted to scream. Ask a god why this is happening to me, but my lips only trembled as I smiled back at the doctor. “Thank you” I grabbed my bag and turned, walking towards the door and letting a tear slide down my face. This time, I had hope. I thought the symptoms were clear, so I gave my husband hope. I walked out of the hospital, barely feeling my skin. Voices sounded distant, my eyes blurred from tears, head spinning. I should have headed back home but I called Nyla instead. “Hey, girl!” Nyla’s voice bled through the spea

Ophelia's POV. I should have stopped, but I didn't. No, I couldn't. I forced my tongue into Diego's mouth, kissing him harshly, my breath long gone. Diego gripped my shoulders firmly, pushing me away from him. “Stop, Ophelia. You are drunk” He said in a low tone. But the look on his face told me otherwise. I refused to back off and grabbed his shirt, staring deep into his eyes. “Tell me you don't want this” I blurted.Diego's jaws clenched but he stepped backwards, like he was forcing himself to stay away. I didn't give it time before I stepped back close to him, panting heavily, my eyes on his lips. I couldn't explain what was wrong with me at the moment. I honestly didn't know. But I knew I wanted this forbidden moment with Diego. It felt so wrong, but I couldn't walk away. “Stop, Ophelia,” Diego grunted. He took two steps back, one at a time. “You need to stop before I—” He groaned, running a hand through his hair. “I can handle the consequences” I blurted while pantin

Ophelia's POV. The house was quiet when I walked in, my heels clicking against the marble floor. I climbed the stairs slowly, heart heavy with what I had discovered back at the hospital. The bedroom door was slightly opened, making me blink for a second. I remembered clearly. I had slammed it close when I left. I expected no one to be in the room, not even the entire house, but my heart skipped when laughter roared from the bedroom, loud and piercing through my ears. “Relax” I heard my husband's voice rise amidst the laughter. “She can’t come back” "You matter to me more than she does. She stopped being my wife a long time ago” “That's harsh, sweetie” A familiar voice laughed and my breath quickened. “Poor Ophelia would feel hurt” I dragged my legs to move, pushing the door open. My bag slipped from my hand, falling to the floor with a soft thud they didn't even notice. I was left paralyzed for a moment, and my lips trembled, but no words came. Erick laid on the bed shirtl

Ophelia's POV"Tell me the truth."Diego's voice was calm, but the question made my heart skip."Is the baby really mine?"I couldn't speak.My fingers tightened around my handbag as I stared at him.The truth was right there.Yes.The baby was his.Or at least... I was almost certain.The doctor had made it painfully clear that Erick couldn't father a child. There had only been one other man in my life.Diego.The memory of that night washed over me, followed by a wave of guilt.If I admitted the truth now, I wouldn't just destroy my marriage.I'd destroy a father and son's relationship.The Willow family would never recover.I lowered my eyes."I lied."His expression remained calm, though surprise flickered across his face."What do you mean?""I only said those things because I wanted to hurt Erick."My voice sounded distant, even to me."I had just found him in bed with my sister. “I wasn't thinking clearly."I forced a bitter smile."I wanted him to feel the same pain I was fee

Ophelia's POVThe hotel room was nothing like the bedroom I'd left behind.No marble floors.No silk curtains.No floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city.Just cream-colored walls, a small balcony, and furniture that had seen better days.Yet, as I closed the door behind me, I realized something.For the first time in years…I could breathe.I dropped my handbag onto the sofa and sat on the edge of the bed.The silence felt strange.No waiting for Erick to come home.No rehearsing conversations in my head.No pretending everything was fine.My eyes drifted to my left hand.The wedding ring was gone.A faint mark remained where it had rested for four years.I rubbed my thumb over it.Funny how something so small could leave such a lasting mark.A knock sounded at the door.I frowned."I'm not expecting anyone.""It's the front desk, ma'am," a woman called. "You have a visitor."My heart skipped.Had Erick found me already?"I didn't ask anyone to come.""The lady downstairs said