All Chapters of Daddy's Secret Touch : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Two days after the encounter with that woman.I was completely done. I couldn’t take it anymore. The apartment felt like it was suffocating me. I spent most of the time lying on the couch, staring at the ceiling, my body heavy like someone tied stones to my arms and legs. My eyes were swollen from crying too much. I hadn’t eaten properly, hadn’t gone to school, just stayed inside like a ghost. The nausea still came in waves, reminding me every few hours that this pregnancy was still here, growing inside me whether I liked it or not. I was tired of everything. Tired of waiting for Marcus, tired of the silence, tired of carrying this secret alone.I sat up slowly on the couch, my back aching from lying down too long. Then I grabbed my phone from the table, my fingers shaking a little. Enough of this. I needed to talk to Marcus. Or end it. I didn’t even know which one anymore. I dialed his number and pressed the phone to my ear. It rang once. Twice. On the third ring, he picked up.“Pri

When I woke up, everything was blurry. Shadows moved around the room, voices sounded far away. I blinked slowly, trying to focus. My head felt heavy, like it was stuffed with cotton. When I finally opened my eyes properly, I realized I was in a hospital room. Again.“Thank God you’re awake,” a familiar voice said, walking closer.I turned my head. David, my friend from the cafe, stood beside the bed looking worried.“How many hours have I been out?” I asked, my voice hoarse.He stared at me like I had lost my mind. “You’ve been out for forty-eight hours, Lila.”Blood drained from my face. “Like… two days?” I asked, shocked.“Yes. The doctor called me and gave me the hospital address. I heard about your mom. I’m really sorry, Lila.” He leaned down and hugged me gently.That’s when everything came rushing back. The police officer. The hospital hallway. The white sheet. Mom’s cold face. The only person I had left in this world was gone. Without a proper goodbye. Without us fixing things

My mood stayed sour for the rest of the day. I moved from room to room doing small tasks to keep busy. I arranged the black dress I would wear tomorrow, checked the list of people to call for the funeral service, and packed a small bag with things I might need at the cemetery. Tomorrow was Mom’s funeral. I had to stay strong for her last day on earth. No matter what.The wedding picture kept trying to push into my head but I pushed it back. I had work to do. I couldn’t fall apart now.Later in the evening, I went to the cupboard and brought out one bottle of drink. Just something to take the edge off. To forget the image of Marcus and Esther smiling in their wedding clothes. A little drink wouldn’t kill me, right? I needed to sleep properly tonight so I could stand tall tomorrow.I poured the first cup and drank it straight. The liquid burned going down. I poured another and finished it quickly. Then another. My throat felt raw but I kept going. The kitchen lights seemed brighter tha

Marcus stood at the door staring at me but I closed the door back and locked it. I didn’t want to say anything. I had too many questions in my head but I couldn’t stand looking at his face right now.“Go away! I don’t want to see you!” I shouted from inside. My heart was beating so fast it felt like it might jump out of my chest.So after everything, after months of silence, he decided to show up here. On what ground? Today of all days — the day I buried my mother. The nerve.“Lila please open the door,” he called, knocking again. The sound echoed through the apartment.“Go back! I don’t want to see your stupid face!” I screamed, pacing from the door to the couch and back, my hands shaking. Part of me wanted to call David and tell him to come back. He would handle this. But what would I even say? That Marcus is back and I don’t want him? Or that deep down I still wanted to open the door and run into his arms like nothing happened?I stopped in the middle of the room and pressed my b

The next day dragged on slowly. I went through my morning like a robot — shower, dress, eat a little, then head to the cafe for another shift. My body felt heavy but I pushed through the orders and cleaning. David texted me once to check in, but I kept my replies short. I didn’t mention Marcus. Not yet.By evening I was back home, exhausted. I changed into comfortable clothes and sat on the couch trying to rest. My chest started feeling tight. At first I thought it was just stress from the past few days. I stood up to get water but the tightness got worse. Sharp pain spread across my chest. I tried to breathe deeply but it felt like something was squeezing my lungs.I grabbed the table for support. My vision blurred at the edges. “Not now,” I muttered. The room started spinning. I took two shaky steps toward the door before my legs gave out. I fell to my knees, gasping for air. My heart pounded too fast, like it was trying to break out. I couldn’t get enough oxygen. Panic hit me hard.