I Became The Fat Surrogate For A Divorced Alpha and Luna의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 7

The message I receive is short and apt. Unknown number: Please return to the clinic tomorrow at 10 a.m. I sit up quickly and read it three more times, my hands shaking a little. I’m not sure if it’s good news or just one phase of many I need to pass. But I can’t sleep after that. The next morning, I arrive early. My stomach feels tight the whole ride there. But as I sit waiting in the waiting room, no other women arrive. The seats stay empty. And though I don’t want to be too pessimistic, it gives me a flicker of hope. Not long after, a nurse comes out almost and leads me straight through to a private consultation suite. There, I am told to sit and wait. I do as I am told. But I don’t wait for too long. Soon, the door opens and two people step in. I recognize them instantly. They are Lucien Cross and Celeste Laurent Cross; a high-profile couple, heirs to two of the most powerful Legacy families on the continent. Lucien and Celeste have been married for thirteen years. A

Three Months Later.The morning starts the same as the ones before it. Breakfast arrives on a tray, still warm. The nurse comes in, checks my blood pressure and temperature, writes a few notes, and leaves with a polite smile.I make coffee the way I always do, carry the mug to the couch, and turn on the news more out of habit than real interest. The sound of the reporter soon fills the quietness.I am halfway through a sip when I hear the name Lucien and Celeste Cross. I look up just as a headline scrolls across the bottom of the screen.My jaw drops.Lucien Cross files for divorce from Celeste Laurent Cross, citing irreconcilable differences.I just stare, awestruck.The screen fills with photographs of them together with a split in the middle. Lucien and Celeste at charity galas, at award events. Always elegant. Always side by side.The reporter drones about them in detail, their fairytale wedding, the rocky conflicts and rifts between their families and how they’d held on.I quickl

Celeste moves me to a private mansion the next day. It is in a quiet environment and far from the city, surrounded by tall gates and a garden that smells of roses. “You’ll be safe here,” she tells me, holding and squeezing both my hands. “No one will find you here. I promise.” I nod slowly, though the fear in my chest doesn’t fully leave. Over the next few weeks, she visits almost every day. She brings me homemade soups and fruit, pregnancy pillows in soft pastel colors, and gifts in boxes wrapped in ribbon. It is expensive, I can tell. A necklace with a pearl, earrings, a robe made of the finest silk. I can hardly bring myself to touch them. Ever since the divorce, it feels like I am standing on a thin edge. Best not to get used to her kindness which could be ripped away at any moment. She spends time with me as always. Watching her touch my belly, fuss over the baby things makes my chest tighten with sadness for her. You don’t need a magician to see just how badly she wan