Todos os capítulos de Daddy's Secret Touch : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

The silence after Mom left was heavier than anything I had ever felt.I stood there in Marcus’s arms for a long time, my face pressed against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat while mine felt like it was shattering. Tears kept falling silently down my cheeks, soaking into his shirt. Marcus didn’t say anything at first. He just held me tighter, one hand stroking my hair, the other rubbing slow circles on my back.Finally, he spoke, his voice low and rough.“She’s gone for now,” he said. “But she’ll come back when she’s ready. She loves you, Lila. That hasn’t changed.”I pulled back a little, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand. My voice came out small and shaky. “She looked so hurt. I’ve never seen her like that. And it’s because of me… because of us.”Marcus cupped my face with both hands, his thumbs gently brushing away my fresh tears. He looked tired, his eyes shadowed, but that intense gaze was still there when he stared at me.“It’s because of both of us,” he said

It's two darn weeks of heavy silence and crushing guilt.Mom still hadn’t come home to stay. She only returned once to grab some clothes and documents, avoiding both of us completely. The apartment felt cold and empty without her. Marcus had been sleeping in the guest room, giving me space while I cried most nights. We barely touched each other. The intense passion that used to consume us had completely stopped. Because the guilt was too heavy.I had barely been eating. I went to school like a ghost, coming home and locking myself in my room. Marcus tried to take care of me…cooking meals, checking on me, holding me when I let him… but I could see the constant worry in his eyes.Then, on the fifteenth day, Mom came back.She walked through the front door in the evening without warning, carrying a small suitcase. Her face looked tired, but her eyes were clear and determined.Marcus was in the living room when she entered. He stood up slowly, surprised.“Elena… you’re back.”I came out

“Doctor… what did you just say?” I asked, my voice shaking, like if I repeated the question enough times it would stop being real.My ears felt strange, like the sound of his answer had not fully reached my brain yet. Like my body was refusing to accept it.I had always been careful.At least, that was what I believed, careful. responsible. Always thinking ahead.But now those words felt like a joke.I looked at Marcus, expecting him to laugh, to say something stupid, to tell me it’s not real, that I should wake up, but he didn’t.Even his breathing looked different. Slower. He didn’t move like himself.He just stood there.Frozen like the words had turned him into stone.It scared me more than anything.“How many months?” he asked finally, his voice lower now, tighter, that I could feel it.His voice sounded like it was coming from far away, like he was forcing it out of his chest.The doctor adjusted the file in his hands like he was trying to make it sound less heavy.The sound of

The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed. The sheets on Marcus’s side were already cold, as if he’d been gone for hours. I lay there for a long moment, blinking at the ceiling, my mind still foggy from the hospital drugs and everything that had happened. My hand instinctively drifted to my stomach. It felt the same as always…flat, unchanged—but I knew better now. Everything had shifted overnight.I sat up slowly, wincing as a wave of dizziness washed over me. My legs felt heavy, like they belonged to someone else. I swung them over the edge of the bed and paused, breathing through the nausea that crept up my throat. This was my new normal, I guessed. No more ignoring the signs.A small folded note rested on the bedside table, Marcus’s handwriting scrawled across it. My fingers hovered above it, but I couldn’t bring myself to open it yet. Not while my chest still ached from his absence. Instead, I pushed to my feet, gripping the headboard for support. My body protested with every s

It's been one week since Marcus left and told me he had called me back but I didn't receive his call. I decided to move on with my life even though it hurts but I think I deserve it.I was ready to face my fear, but my body still ached. Today I'm going to the hospital and maybe consider aborting this baby, because I don't think I can handle this.A sob left my mouth. I couldn't stop it, the tears just kept coming as I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. My eyes were red and puffy. My face looked tired, like I hadn't slept properly in days. One whole week. Seven days of checking my phone every hour, jumping at every notification, only to feel my heart drop when it wasn't him. Marcus never called back. Not that night. Not the next day. Not any day after. The silence from him was louder than any fight we ever had.I wiped my face with the back of my hand and turned away from the mirror. My stomach felt heavy, not from the baby yet, but from all the crying and not eat