All Chapters of Fake Vow, True Luna: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

OliviaA soft breeze caressed my face as I stepped onto the porch, carrying a tray.The scent of the flowers blooming on the bushes on either side of the steps mingled with the sound of the birds chirping in the eaves above, creating a calming atmosphere. In the distance, the vibrant hues of the garden seemed to dance, mirroring the peace inside of my heart. Clint was whistling to himself as he paced back and forth amongst the hedges, clipping overgrown branches and pruning the hydrangea bushes.I found Nathan sitting on the swinging bench, his eyes closed, a peaceful expression on his face—a far cry from the delirious and wild look in his eyes from the paint fumes earlier. He looked so content, so at home, and my heart swelled with gratitude for having him back in my life.“Hey there,” I called out softly, not wanting to startle him, carrying a tray with a sandwich and a cup of steaming tea. “I brought you something to eat.”His eyes fluttered open, and a warm smile spread across his

OliviaThe chimes of the grocery store’s entrance jingled as I walked through the automatic doors, my shopping list crinkled in my grip. It was a pleasant, sunny afternoon, and my spirits were lifted with the brightness outside.Perusing through the aisles, mentally ticking off items from my list, I caught sight of a familiar face in the produce section. Carol, from my yoga class, waved enthusiastically, her curly auburn hair bobbing as she approached.“Olivia!” She greeted, grinning widely. “How have you been? And how's everything going with your husband?”Confused, I blinked back at her. “My what?”She laughed, a little too loudly, drawing some attention from other shoppers. “Oh, come on! Nathan, of course! Aren't you two married and living together now?”My cheeks flushed, the warmth of embarrassment spreading across my face. “No, Carol, we’re not married. We’re just...friends. But yes, he's living with me right now to help me with the pregnancy.”“Oh, my mistake! You two just look

OliviaMy baby shower, the wonderful display of friendship, love, and family was shattered by the fight. Now, all that was left in its wake was the sound of Ryan’s car receding down the street. That was when the murmurs began.I could hear Janet, one of our neighbors, whispering to another mother.“This isn’t right,” she hissed, clutching her child’s hand tightly, drawing him away. “It’s not safe here. And the nerve of her, entertaining two men!”The comments were insinuations, cloaked in feigned concern. I could feel the weight of their stares, like stones being cast at me. I wanted to scream, to explain that this wasn’t at all what it looked like. That Ryan had disappeared on me, never once showing concern for our unborn child.And now, he just showed up out of nowhere, expecting… what, exactly?A surge of anger welled up inside of me as I watched the other guests filter out and heard their murmurs of disapproval, but I forced it down. I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing

OliviaThe coastline greeted me with a peaceful aura the next morning. As the soft light of dawn painted the sky in hues of pink and orange, I was momentarily distracted by the smell of bacon wafting through the open window of my bedroom.It was unusual for me to wake up to the aroma of a cooked meal. Not only that, but the sound of someone knocking and calling my name.“Olivia? You awake?”It was Nathan.I sat up, adjusting my hair, which had gone wild during sleep.“Um, yeah,” I said, my voice gravelly from sleep. “Come in.”And there he was. Nathan, standing by the doorway with a tray filled with delectable breakfast goodies: pancakes stacked high with a dollop of butter on top, crispy bacon, freshly squeezed orange juice, and a small vase with a single wildflower.“For you,” he began sheepishly, avoiding my gaze.“I didn’t expect this,” I admitted, eyes wide.“I thought I’d make it up to you after last night.” He placed the tray on the bedside table. “Sorry, Olivia.”We adjusted o

OliviaThe following days after the clinic visit were a whirlwind of emotions and planning. The villa was filled with a kind of energy that was palpable, even with just the two of us there. We moved from one room to another, discussing baby names and making plans for the nursery.“I’ve always liked the name ‘Aria’ for a girl,” I mused, looking through a baby names book.“Hmm, Aria,” Nathan murmured, letting the name roll off his tongue. “It's musical, just like her mother.”A soft blush spread across my cheeks. “Musical?” I asked. “I fail to see what’s so ‘musical’ about me.”“Oh, come on, Olivia,” Nathan teased, poking me in the shoulder. “Have you really forgotten all about your love for 80s rock music when we were kids? And your penchant for dancing, even when there was no music playing?”I felt my face turn an even deeper shade of red at the mention of those memories. “You know, Nathan,” I laughed, nudging him back. “Some memories are better left untouched. Alright, so Aria is on