All Chapters of The Night I Can't remember : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ETHANI noticed it on the plane.The way Sofia was sitting—too still, too quiet.Sofia was always composed, but this was different. Heavier. Like something was pulling her down from the inside.I looked at her once.Then looked away.I told myself it was because of last night.The kiss.What I had said.The way she had grabbed her bag and walked away with tears she was trying not to show. The way the door had closed behind her with a quietness that somehow felt louder than a slam.She was upset.I had pushed too far.So I decided to give her space.I didn't speak to her for the rest of the flight. I kept my eyes forward and gave her the distance she clearly needed.We landed.I was still thinking about it, still replaying last night in my head and wondering what I should have said differently, when it happened.One moment, she was beside me.The next, she was falling I moved before I even thought about moving.I stayed with the doctor while he examined her.He checked everything—her

SOFIAI cried the whole way out.Not quietly.Not calmly.I just walked and cried, letting the cold night air hit my face without caring who saw me.I was furious.At Ethan.At myself.At the entire situation that had somehow brought me here—walking down the street outside Ethan Cole's house at night with tears running down my face and my heart breaking over the same man I had promised myself I wouldn't fall for.He knew.That was the part I kept coming back to.He knew I was drunk.He knew I didn't know what I was doing.He knew everything.And he still—Then he left money on the nightstand like I was something he had paid for, walked away, and never said a word.And I had stood in his office every day.Answered his questions.Taken his apple slices.Let him call me his girlfriend in front of everyone.Let him hold my hand through the airport.Let him cover me with his jacket on the plane.And somehow…I had fallen in love with him.Like a complete fool.I pressed my hand against my

SOFIAIt had been days.I hadn't come to the office once.Claire had been going every day, professional as ever. She would come back and tell me about her day, but she never mentioned Ethan.I appreciated that.And hated it at the same time.Because the fact that she was deliberately avoiding mentioning him meant there was something to mention.I had one month left before I needed to ask for maternity leave.One month.I could do one month.I sat at my desk, trying to focus on the document in front of me, when I noticed Claire beside me, smiling at her phone like someone who had forgotten other people existed.I looked at her.She didn't notice.She was typing a reply with that soft expression people wore when they were texting someone they liked and were trying very hard not to show it.Daniel, obviously.A morning message, obviously.She's in love, I thought.Despite everything, I felt something warm inside me.Than my brain did what it had been doing for days. It took one small, go

SOFIA Ethan sat quietly, his eyes fixed on me. I hated how he could look at me like that and still make my heart feel things I was desperately trying to bury. “ When are you planning to forgive me?” he asked. I stared at him, wondering how he could sit in my apartment and ask me that question as though forgiveness were something I could hand over just because he wanted it. “Why are you here, Ethan?” “You know why I'm here.” His voice softened. “I'm here because of you.” I remained standing, folding my arms across my chest. I wasn't going to sit beside him and pretend everything was fine. Too much had happened between us, and I was still trying to recover from the pain of discovering the truth about that night. Ethan sighed and slowly rose to his feet. He walked toward me, stopping a few steps away. “Let's be together,” he said. “At least for the sake of our unborn child.” My heart squeezed painfully. “We both loved each other, didn't we?” he continued. “I kno

SOFIA We arrived at my apartment, and I stepped out of the car, still feeling uneasy about everything that had happened tonight. Before I could take another step, Ethan suddenly lifted me into his arms. “Stop! I can walk, Ethan!” I protested, hitting his chest lightly. He smiled down at me, amused by my childishness. “I know you can walk, Sofia. But that doesn't mean I can't carry you.” I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't stop the small smile that crept onto my face. He carried me all the way into my living room before carefully setting me down. “I'm going to make something for you to eat. Just go freshen up, and don't forget to take your medication,” he instructed. I nodded and headed upstairs. After taking my bath, I changed into a comfortable dress. A smile spread across my face as I imagined how delicious Ethan's food would taste. I had never expected the cold, arrogant billionaire to be the kind of man who would willingly cook for me. Maybe there was more to him than he