All Chapters of Accidentally Pregnant For My Sister’s Fiancé : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

EthanAs soon as Noah dropped the call, I felt a surge of panic and frustration wash over me. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, each beat a reminder of the urgency of the situation. I paced about the room, my mind racing with thoughts of what could have possibly driven him to make such a drastic decision. It was clear that something was terribly wrong.Noah had always been the more level-headed one between us, the one who could keep his cool no matter how heated things got. But the tone of his voice on the phone, the hesitancy, and the fear—it wasn't like him at all. It was like listening to a stranger."What's gotten into him?" I muttered under my breath, running a hand through my hair in frustration. The more I thought about it, the more certain I became that this wasn't just a simple case of Noah making a bad decision.This had Natalie written all over it. Natalie, his estranged wife, had always been a thorn in his side, ever since things started going south between them.

NoahWork had always been my sanctuary, a place where I could drown out the noise of the world and immerse myself in the complexities of my projects. But lately, the sanctuary felt more like a pressure cooker. It wasn’t the deadlines or the demanding clients that were getting to me, but the nagging thoughts of Sarah, my estranged girlfriend. Our last conversation replayed in my mind like a broken record, and I couldn’t seem to escape the haunting echoes of her words.I sat at my desk, staring blankly at the computer screen, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. It was no use; the report I was supposed to be working on might as well have been written in a foreign language. The numbers blurred together, and I could feel the tension building in my shoulders. Just then, a soft knock on the door broke through my haze."Noah?" It was Emily, my personal assistant. She stepped into the office, her expression a mixture of concern and professionalism. Emily had a knack for reading people, and

NoahThat morning, I sank into the worn leather chair in my office, the familiar creak almost comforting in its predictability. The sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting slatted shadows across the cluttered desk. I leaned back and closed my eyes, trying to find a moment of peace amidst the chaos that my life had become.But, of course, my thoughts were anything but peaceful. They were a jumbled mess of frustration, guilt, and uncertainty, all centered around two women who seemed to dominate every aspect of my waking life: Lily and Natalie.Lily had always been a source of light for me, her laughter and warmth making even the darkest days seem bearable but recently, things had changed. We had grown distant, our conversations stilted and our meetings few and far between. I knew she felt neglected, perhaps even betrayed, but every time I tried to talk to her about it, words failed me."I need to settle things with Lily," I muttered to myself, the words hanging heavy in the quiet

NoahThe sun had dipped below the horizon by the time I trudged up the steps to my front door, the weight of the day hanging heavily on my shoulders. I fumbled with my keys, exhaustion clouding my mind, and just as I was about to turn the knob, I saw her. Natalie. Her silhouette was framed by the soft glow of the porch light, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. For a moment, I thought I was imagining things, but as I stepped closer, the familiar tension in her posture became unmistakable. My heart sank, a mixture of dread and irritation surging through me."Where have you been all day?" she demanded, her voice sharp and accusatory. There was no greeting, no concern in her tone—just a direct, pointed question that felt more like an accusation than genuine curiosity.I clenched my jaw, feeling a surge of anger bubbling up inside me. This was the last thing I needed. After everything that had happened, after the endless arguments and the silent treatments, this confrontation wa

NatalieI stumbled into my apartment, the weight of the day's events pressing heavily on my shoulders. The moment the door clicked shut behind me, I made a beeline for the kitchen. There, the bottle of wine I had left half-finished the night before gleamed invitingly on the counter. Without a second thought, I grabbed a glass and filled it to the brim. The first sip was like a balm, soothing my frazzled nerves and giving me a momentary respite from the storm of emotions swirling within me.As I sank into the couch, the glass of wine firmly in hand, my mind began to race. Noah. That bastard. How dare he call it quits? After everything we had been through together, after all the promises and plans, he just ended it as if it meant nothing. I took another gulp of wine, feeling the anger rise up inside me, hot and potent. He had no right to walk away, to throw everything away without a second glance.And Lily. My own sister. My rage intensified as I thought about her. The way she had alway